Mock Week

[sinphony]

[ After the day before, with the reveal of the full extent of the rules and how the game works along with their hosts, the only thing everyone could do was have a meeting with alcohol and go to bed. And when awakened, everything is the same. It's still the large mansion, they're still locked inside, and there's still the idea that they have the choice to murder each other hanging over them. But now the mansion is free to explore to their hearts' content, save for the room under the stairs outside the mud room. All anyone can really do is just enjoy their week and hope for the best. ]

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[sinphony]

[ Which direction you coming from first, Conan? ]

[holmesapprentice]

[ Let's say he's coming from the stairs straight in the left hallway. ]

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[sinphony]

[ Then Conan, buddy, you have the most amazing luck stats. Because you're going to run right into someone. ]

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[pervet]

[ ... And the someone is Sherbet, who has a hand clamped over one side of his face and is trying to barrel past anyone or everyone on this staircase.

But because Conan is short, he practically trips over him. Sorry! ]

[holmesapprentice]

O- Oi! What are you doing?!

[ He's caught off guard to the point where he pretty much falls on his butt. Rest in proverbial pieces, Conan. ]

[semperperatus]

[What th--

Ok, no, not cool, Shepard is on the move even more now, breaking out into a full run to intercept Sherbet. He jumps over - and to the side - of Conan as he does so.]

STOP!

[Will be be successful in grabbing him?]

[pervet]

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit--

[ He doesn't even give a proper response, just a string of expletives, and tries to get up so he can keep running past him. He's trying to head to the Infirmary.

Also, his glove is looking unusually red today.

He's so focused on just trying to get the hell out of dodge that he doesn't notice Shepard come up, and yes, he is successful! But only for a moment, before Sherbet is struggling with his free arm. ]

LET ME GO! I need to go...!

[semperperatus]

What the hell!?

[Blood-!?

He'll do his best to hold on for as long as possible, nevertheless.]

What the hell happened!? Are you hurt!?

[voltrounds]

What's going on?

[Geez, Ricky can't even get up in the morning and head downstairs without running into some kind of commotion apparently?]

[pervet]

Yes, I need to go clean it up, so let me the fuck go!

[ He's panicked. Visibly panicked. But he refuses to remove that hand from around his face, huh. ]

[semperperatus]

Calm down!

[He notices this.]

You panicking isn't going to help! Let's go together, ok? I'll check you out, you're in no condition--

[Come on, Sherbet, work with him!]

[pervet]

I CAN DO IT MYSELF!

[ He all but snaps. Then exhales. ]

... I-it's fine. I know what to do.

[holmesapprentice]

I'm going to check the room, just take care of him!

[ Conan's going to fumble onto his feet and just rush off to investigate the craft room. You have fun with Sherbet, friend. ]

[semperperatus]

Right!

[Deep breath, he's got this.]

Go, I got this!

[scleramelani]

I'll come with you.

[Uta follows right behind.]

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[sinphony]

[ When they get into the craft room, it's obvious what caused the noise. A few shelves and a table have been knocked over. The place is a mess, honestly. And right in the middle of the mess is a puddle of blood. And lying in the middle of said puddle is... ]

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[steelmagnolias]

[A small, barely-conscious Ren, whose pant legs are stained with maroon. In his left hand is a bloody pair of scissors. He twitches slightly, trying to move anywhere, but nothing happens.

Someone please help him.]

[preciouspearlie]

[Pearl finally shows up.]

Can yall keep it down? Squid's gotta get her beauty sleep.

[justpure]

... This may not be the best time to sleep, I'm afraid.

[The angel is bleeding, ya know.]

[octoshy]

[Right behind Pearl is of course, Marina.]

What's with the red ink? Are you guys having a turf war without us?

[summitdancer]

I know, I know~ How inconsiderate.

[She's so late.]

[justpure]

Go where, exactly?

[Kiyo has noticed the commotion and has come to block the way to the infirmary.]

And why are you carressing your face? Are you hurt?

[pervet]

... I--

[ UGHHHH GO AWAY. ]

The Infirmary, stupid. It'll get infected, probably, I can't heal it!

[ He really is speaking in between vaguely panicked, hitched breaths. Sure, he likes pain, but this a bit... much. ]

[justpure]

Heal what?

[He sounds agressively concenred.]

What happened to your face?

[scleramelani]

[Uta is father up the staircase, at least. He sees Sherbet trip over Conan and takes a moment to decide what to do, before simply... getting out of the way.]