02.50 - week two, saturday

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W2 SATURDAY

Like last Saturday, everyone will get an announcement on their tablets; this time, the announcement is preceded with a bell of some sort before Lorelei appears on the screen again.

"Good morning, everyone. This is an announcement to let you know that today's lesson will take place starting at 8:15 tonight. Again, today's lesson will be starting at 8:15. Please meet at the lower campus exit near the lecture by 8:00pm; Florence will be waiting for you there.

If you have a bag for some snacks and, perhaps, an item you can use for self-defense in the case of an emergency, please arrive with those things on you. We will provide you with an overview of what to expect when you arrive at 8pm.

Thank you."

The alert ends.

You have the day to prepare, ask each other what the hell is happening -- Florence and Lorelei do not seem to be available, strangely enough. There's a lot to take in with the information you have now. But before you know it... night falls.

FULL NAV

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Comments

[vivens]

[ unfortunately when it comes to ignoring the voice of certain people, it's nigh impossible for him given his relationship with those certain people. (no, i will not be specific here.) so, you know, a little of this and a little of that happens and even though you are a person of logic and rationale... sometimes you just throw it all into the the bin for Reasons.

which does not explain why sabo will be ramming a fountain pen, one recognizable from the stationary store in the mall, into the wall. it won't exactly be right in the middle of the room but he'll be centralized enough. he doesn't look to be particularly having any coherency or purpose other than just...casually(?) stabbing the wall. even after the pen tip inevitably breaks, he'll just start smearing the ink around and writing something??

i guess?



sorry not sorry. ]

[escardos]

[ ...?

flat (citation needed) looks at whatever sabo's trying to write, his expression curious. ]

What are you doing?

[vivens]

[ citation needed...???? but, uh, when flat speaks up, sabo will immediately turn to face him with a smile on his face. it looks mostly the same as his normal smiles except..?? ]

Flat!

[ he'll causally try to grab flat's wrist and pull him closer. ]

Don't you think that the walls could use a little personality?

[escardos]

[ ...

flat will let himself be grabbed by the wrist, pulled closer towards sabo. he glances at the wall and then smiles pleasantly at sabo, while one hand is still in his hoodie pocket. ]

I think the walls are fine. Unless you want to do something specific...?

[vivens]

[ sadly, sabo will not pay too much attention to how flat has his other hand in his hoodie pocket. he seems to be happy enough that flat is next to him. ]

The museum seems to have its focus on us but... It seems to lack something truly created by us. Whoever here seems to want to immortalize us without properly doing it.

[ don't mind the grip tightening on flat's wrist. it won't be too uncomfortable. ]

[escardos]

[ ........ ]

I've always wanted to try drawing a manga, but that's not something that you put in a museum. What I'd like to put in a museum isn't here.

[ ........ ]

What do you want to put up there?

[vivens]

I forgot everything once; I didn't know my name or where I was from. [ the tone of sabo's voice will shift and become, once again, a bit off. there's a genuine wistful sadness to it. however, the more he speaks the more desperate it will become. his grip tightening a bit more. ] It's horrible—forgetting. I don't want to forget anything ever again.

...and I don't want to be forgotten.

[ sabo's whole deamore will return to ""normal"" and he'll tilt his head to one side as he looks down at flat. ]

So, what kind of thing would you want to put in a museum, Flat?

[iubar]

[ because of the entire situation, he's been keeping a bit of tabs on sabo in here. never know what's going to happen, especially since he's had his emotions manipulated more than once in this place already.

so, of course that action gets his attention and he's walking closer to sabo. probably negative emotions are getting his attention, too. ]

Sabo? What happened?

[vivens]

[ what negative emotion? there's nothing wrong here.... ]

Ace!

[ cue sabo immediately leaving the wall and walking closer to him, the broken pen in hand. there's a bright smile on his face. ]

What do you mean, "what happened"? [ ...oh. the wall. ] I just thought if they want to immortalize us, we should be a bit more purposeful with it.

[iubar]

[ okay, that's even more sus than feeling negative emotion. ]

So, what's it you're planning to do to immortalize things?

[vivens]

[ why are you so sus?? ]

I haven't decided yet... [ he'll look at the pen in his hand for a moment. ] But I want it to be something permanent. Something that no one can ignore.

[iubar]

[ because this entire place is sus!!! ]

Why would that matter here? [ he steps a bit closer. ] Aren't you already doing that at home?

[vivens]

[ well, if ace wants to step closer that's fine. sabo will gladly welcome it and grab a hold of ace's wrist with his free hand. ]

Home?

[ he'll look at the marks he made on the wall and the ink smears. ]

What I'm doing at home isn't meant to make me be remembered. That's not why we're starting the war.

[tosa]

(The pen breaks and Mutsu instinctively flinches. WHen he comes over, he picks up one of the pieces quietly and looks over at Sabo. So... what is he writing?)

[vivens]

[ well. since mutsu hasn't spoken to sabo yet he'll still be in a sort of trance? wrapped up in his thoughts? something along those lines... however if mutsu squints enough he can probably see something that looks like an "S" like shape and an "X" like shape overlapping one another.

the letters "A", "S", and "L" somewhere in the midst of all of the ink being smeared now by his fingers. ]

[tosa]

(Sabo just wants to know everyone's age, sex, and location. GUYS ONLY WANT ONE THING.)

Hey.

(Time to get his attention.)

What're ya workin' on here?

[vivens]

[ STOP.... "A" and "L" ARE ACE AND LUFFY!!! but when he's addressed, the trance will instantly break and sabo will quickly turn to face mutsu, a bright smile on his face. ]

Oh Mu!

[ he'll look back to his "work" on the wall. ]

I'm adding to the museum. They want to immortalize us, right?

[tosa]

Guess it depends on what ya think museums are for.

(Says Mutsunokami, the sword boy who has actually spent the last couple of centuries in a museum.)

ghoul art project installation???

[unsinksyourship]

[Okay, okay, but what if they're TWO possessed chucklefucks with pens. Because this is somewhere on Tamamori(?)'s patrol route and he absolutely has a fountain pen or two or three or five in his pocketses, he half-trips to a stop and tilts his head about 80 degrees to try and make sense or hide or hair of Sabo's fingerpainting.

Finger-inking??

Then he approaches the wall and cheerfully starts scribbling on it too, in messy Japanese but it's much more flowing and easier than whatever kind of fingerpainting is happening -- Sabo gets a cheerful look, still with manic ghost lights dancing in his eyes.]

My good man! I see that you don't know how to use a fountain pen to save your life, so I'm here to save your fingers and save the wall, too. I, Tamamori-sama, will help you cover this wall in the most elegant of stories, or the most unusual of fables. Whatever your heart desires.

But ah, you are something else, aren't you?

[Ghoul-to-ghoul, mano-a-mano, maybe they can teamwork this(????????).]

[vivens]

Something else? I don't know what you're talking about.

[ ghoul-to-ghoul communication??? except not really because that's not how things are going to immediately hit it off. instead sabo will be momentarily displeased about how someone else is here writing on his wall.

excuse you?? he'll stop what he's doing and turn to look at tama, a pleasant look on his face despite some edge to it. ]

And something like ink isn't enough. [ looks at the unbroken fountain pen he has there. ] However, I didn't bring something that would leave behind a mark to never be forgotten.

[herlocksholmes]

...now what is this? What do you intend to write on the wall at a time like this?

[Yeah, this seems...this doesn't seem right. It's abnormal enough to get Sholmes to stop and approach]

[vivens]

Oh, hello Herlock Sholmes.

[ sabo will greet sholmes with a smile as he keeps working an "S" shape into the wall with the ink. the surrounding area will have something that will look like an "A" and an "L". ]

I'm making some adjustments. Things here and there.

[herlocksholmes]

If your intention is to add your own art to this museum, your attempts are sorely lacking.

[Wow, not even trying to sugarcoat things. If you want someone to stop doing something, insult their work? Is that his strategy or what]

[vivens]

[ is.

is insulting him going to be the best route about this? ]

It's not art that I'm intending to add to the museum. Just myself.

[herlocksholmes]

[Fortunately for us both, it isn't -- and the response brings him pause. There was no reaction that could indicate bringing attention away from that was going to help, nor would trying to make it seem like these actions were senseless.

......

Alright, if diminishing them isn't going to work, then perhaps showing interest will, he thinks. See if that gets a more favorable reaction that could lead to an exorcism. That is, if he's possessed. If he isn't, then this all is pretty awkward and he will owe an apology of some sort, that's for sure]

Does that mean this writing represents you? You'll have to explain it further, Mr. Sabo. Please do.