Week 4

[pleasureislanders]

[Well that was a fun trial, wasn't it? An innocent man got brutally killed by everyone, and while you found out more about the person responsible of all this all it really amounts to is "The Genie is insistent that you don't want to meet him".

And yet you took this warning from a powerful being to go "yeah we can take them!". Y'all oughta be ashamed of yourselves.

On the bright side though, when you wake up you will find out that more of the island has opened up! It's not much but at least you can wash your clothes.

... There is a nonzero chance that the Genie quickly built that as an apology for all that blood. Whoops.]

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SUNDAY

[pleasureislanders]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[There's no sleeping in this time. Cassandra's mind is racing as she rises out of bed, settling on a simple pair of shorts and a tank top for today's outfit. It's a new week, another innocent life is gone, and the person keeping them here would kill them if they ever came out of hiding.

Cassandra wanted out.

Early in the morning, she's gone out to the walrus pit for the sake of hanging up a freshly made sign on a long stick. Because apparently someone thought it was a grand idea to put a hole filled with walruses on this island without a railing. The sing reads simply:

CAUTION
Do not fall into the Walrus pit.
Do not LAUNCH yourself into the walrus pit.
-Cassandra

Into the middle of the day, she's traveled to the new section of the island. Find her wandering into Jessica's and hastily marching out after a few minutes of looking. Her face now red as a fresh sunburn.

Or later still, catch her inside the laundromat. Standing off to the side, facing a wall that had a set of instructions stuck to it... of some sort. Her arms are crossed over her chest, brow knit. She doesn't speak for a good minute or so. Hmmmmm....]

...Ugh. What do you mean?

laundromat

[halloteen]

[man she's glad for this place because all her clothes keep getting spattered with blood and gore every week and it's very--]

... They probably don't have laundry machines in fairy tale castles, huh.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Oh she's right there with you, Marnie. Of course, right now she's frowning in confusion.]

Laundry machines? What, like this place takes clothing?

[The instructions are simple pictures and she's a humble lesbian knight.]

[halloteen]

Yeah! You put your dirty clothes in the washing machine to wash them, and in the dryer to dry them. It's as easy as pressing a button.

[there's a moment when she's like "they understood sorting laundry in the olden days right. probably. if not it may be funny."]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

...It washes clothes?

[Puts her hands up, imploring.]

Let me just get this straight; you can put your clothes in one of these, press a button... and it just washes it. And it doesn't explode?

[Please tell her it doesn't explode.]

Jessica's

[prodigalhairess]

[Unsurprisingly, Rapunzel is also up and about pretty early in the day as more of the island opens up to them. She can't resist exploring, after all, so she's checking out the new sights as soon as she finishes up breakfast.

... Unfortunately for Cass, she runs into Rapunzel in probably the last place that she'd ever want to. The princess is looking at the lingerie racks, a fascinated smile on her face.]

Cass, look at this! [Oh god no she's holding something that looks suspiciously like a bra straight up-] I didn't think clothes could get this small!

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[How unfortunate indeed that Rapunzel doesn't seem to recognize a bra when she sees one, even though it also takes Cass a moment to piece together what the modern garment was. And it was just a moment.]

Raps! [Well that was an octave higher than it should've been.] Don't go waving that around. You know what that is, right?

[prodigalhairess]

Of course I do! It's some kind of underclothes, right?

[See, she has enough sense to know what it is! With the straps and cups it makes it obvious, but still...]

But this is nothing like anything we've ever worn. Isn't it neat?

[tadaishi]

[Last time someone(s) died, a new part of the island opened up. This is true this time, and Tadashi's decided to check out the new additions.

For a while in the late morning, he can be found in the fireworks factory perusing the selection very seriously and in Jessica's just as seriously. He's looking for something that isn't bloodstained, okay? This includes the lingerie, though he's more amused than anything at it.

In the afternoon, he's at Videopolis, examining the catapult. Don't mind the interesting shorts he's wearing.]

I wonder if it'd be worth taking apart...

catapult

[primafacie]

I don't know. Perhaps? We might be able to build something else with it.

[She is also wearing new clothes. The, ah. The walrus pit may have made her previous dress a poor choice. Besides! This is way more freeing and great!]

[tadaishi]

I was thinking some sort of boat. There's not enough materials right here, but if we scavenge stuff from around the island, we might be able to make something seaworthy.

[It can't be too hard, right?]

[primafacie]

[I can't believe this is how the whole fucking cast dies.]

I can't think that they would mind terribly if we, ah, borrowed? Some shelves from the depot or the library.

[C'mon, crime boy! Let's do some crime.]

Fireworks Factory

[prodigalhairess]

[Hmm... all of this looks familiar. It kind of looks like the stuff Varian creates for fun; not one of his big inventions, but the little things he likes to goof off with.]

These things... blow up, right?

[tadaishi]

Sometimes. Most just shoot sparks, but they look cool.

[He nudges a knee-high tube firework nearby with one foot.]

Like these fountain ones.

[prodigalhairess]

[Ohhhh you're piqued her curiosity now, Tadashi!]

Fountain? What do those look like? [!!!] Oooh, do you think we can take some outside???

catapult

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[She will not mind the shorts. She is trying to avoid looking at the shorts.]

Hard to say. Never know when you might need a catapult for something.

[tadaishi]

[Could be worse. It could be boxers with lip prints all over them, but he has more modesty than that.]

Good point. Let's not catapult any more people, though.

[Or foxes or chickens.]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Oho, definitely not.

[Congrats on your modesty, Tadashi. Cass probably grabbed a pair of those herself.]

Now, catapulting other things, on the other hand...

catapult

[diebartdie]

To build what, exactly?

[it’s an observation as much as it is a challenge.]

[tadaishi]

A boat, maybe. I'd need more materials, but this would be a good start.

[He accepts your challenge.]

[diebartdie]

What materials and are they easily accessible on the island.

[good]

[bornforit]

[Leia is also vaguely curious about the catapult. Even though it's technically a murder weapon, it has some promise as far as ammunition. She steps over with her arms folded, looking it over for a moment—and then her gaze slides over to Tadashi. And Tadashi's shorts.]

Those are...interesting. [She nods toward them.]

[tadaishi]

[Interesting is a good word for them.]

Yeah, they're...something, aren't they? It was this or jeans with lace and I'm not a lace guy.

[Maybe he'll get a pair and remove the lace.]

Got any thoughts about the catapult?

[bornforit]

Oh. [Leia stifles a laugh, but she does so poorly.] Yes, I think this was the better choice.

[She glances back at the catapult.]

My mechanical engineering tutoring was less than I'd have hoped, unfortunately. But I think it could be useful if we parted it out.