[THANKS FOR LEAVING HIM ON THE FLOOR Y'ALL. But no, after fiddling with the collar, he'll get to his feet as well. His grip on his vessel is tight, but as soon as the screen flashes to life and the voice begins speaking, his grip on it goes white-knuckled.
Just because Yasusada was the one to bring it up, it doesn't mean that he's impervious. He'd been braced for mentions, visions, of Okita--he's never made that devotion a secret. So to hear those names instead, especially when he hasn't told anyone about Nagasone... he stands, frozen, all the color draining out of his face.]
[ dick takes a step back from the vote monitor the second the voice tells them exactly what it's for, fists balled at his side. He knows, of course, that this is probably fake-- they'd talked about it earlier, and Wally is-- Wally West is dead and gone and Tim isn't here, but that doesn't make it any easier to look at them on that screen or hear their names.
(They look like his, but then again, so did Jason. So even if they were real-- who exactly would it be that he's condemning?)
He shakes his head and goes for the red box on the floor instead, to see if he can't open it. ]
Everybody stay-- [ he almost says whelmed before he remembers who he's with ] calm. We talked about this-- they're not real. This entire camp has access to our memories.
[ ... but that doesn't mean he's eager to play along and kill, even in a simulation, so: ]
Let's try to find a different solution first before we engage in anything. I've more than had my fair share of playing death games.
[Speaking directly to his fellow castlemate first (who I didn't even realize was on the floor, I'm weeping), once the announcement ends and Sanji has forced himself to breathe a hiss through his teeth.] The castle pulled something like this; this shit isn't real.
[Which is. What Dick said. But team player Sanji seems to have vacated the premises for now. He drops his eyes back to the ouija board with a barely contained scowl]
But if it comes down to it, let's just get this shit out in the open before we're pressed for time: pick Reiju's team. If she's the lead, she won't vote for me.
[And after that little declaration, he'll finally return to surveying the room... before going right back to that board. What does 'Let the game end where I treat two' mean?
It doesn't make sense to leave a riddle if there's no way to solve it, he hopes.]
Lemme know what you guys are looking at so we don't overlap.
[Sure hope someone's keeping track of the time here. As it is, they'll be able to take some time to themselves to think and also stop dropping Yams on the floor. Seriously what the fuck.
Perhaps it isn't real, but Sanji's declaration's out there which means Dick and Yasusada can agree or contest it. Sanji will have to study that board for a while if he ever plans to figure out what the hell it means, but if he looks at the angle just right, he might notice that the letters are wavering and moving, as if the message itself is daring to change.
Why film live. Tame less.
Meanwhile, Dick will get a better look at that box! And wouldn't you know it? It says FORCE QUIT BOX right on it, a small display screen at the top and a keyboard installed in the lid for password input.
[I'M SO SORRY DICK but it's true--Yasusada hears Dick's words, but Sanji's are the ones that reach him more clearly. He drags in a shaky break, nodding--and it's unsteady, but he's... he's trying. He's got a death grip on his sword, but he is.]
Kiyomitsu wouldn't... he wouldn't vote for-- for me.
[So. There's that.
He knows absolutely nothing about technology, so he'll leave all that to them. Instead, he'll head for the second story platform. Is there anything for him to see up here?]
[ it's fine, dick knows he's the third wheel of this party. literally. there's a grimace on his face when sanji mentions it, but-- ]
... Tim and Wally wouldn't go for a vote at all. [ it's said with conviction, despite everything. dick wouldn't, either, but he's not team leader here, and-- he reminds himself-- it's not real. it can't be. he's sort of keeping track of the time, because Someone has to, but he's a lot more curious about: ] There's a "force quit" box here. It needs a password.
[ he'll look the box all over in case there's a secret hint or something else in it before looking around the bar and computer in general to see if there's anything else ]
[All of them having to acknowledge who they get to betray in about 14 minutes. It's great. They're having a great time.
Sanji watches Yasusada climb off for that little loft before he blows out a second sigh to release some tension. Okay good, puppy sword is on board with what they need to do. He'll go back to the ouija board, staring at it for a long-ass while before he sees those shimmering letters]
Why... film live... Tame less?
[Da fuck]
Maybe this is the password for it. Come give this a look, Dick.
[Just to verify he's not hallucinating]
Should we try this on the "force quit" box? Shit, I don't even know what that entails...
[Well the words on the back wall by the basketball hoop aren't changing once they settle on "why film live tame less" so that's probably something but who the hell knows. The force quit box itself looks like the password is six characters long, so good luck with that!!
Meanwhile, Yasusada can crawl his way up to the second story loft and he'll find what looks like a series of numbers carved into the floor. They don't seem to have an order but for reference they are 122964130106290318020812. But if he looks around he'll find two other items tucked away in a corner. One is a small bobby pin with a golden bell attached, and the other is...a clamshell? Okay.]
[That's... hm. That's a lot of numbers. Yasusada stares at them for a minute, uncomfortably touching his collar once again, before he shuffles off to investigate further. He locates the pin, and the clamshell, frowning at them curiously--carefully, he'll bring them back downstairs.
How's their time, guys.]
I found these... and there are some numbers upstairs, on the floor.
[ dick grabs the box and brings it over to look at what sanji is staring at, very aware of the notion of time passing. ]
The keyboard for the password is numbers. There's six spaces. Yasusada, how many numbers are there upstairs? [ whether they should be activating the force quit or not... he thinks they should at least figure that much out. but that doesn't mean he won't still come solve a different puzzle. he's grabbing a notebook from his pocket and writing down the words from the wall when he gets there, but-- ] An anagram, right? It makes no sense on its own.
[ he writes down the letters individually, mouthing to himself as he scribbles rather frantically in his notebook something the player absolutely didn't solve on her own ]
Will... Fail... them...? No, wait. [ he pauses, and looks up at the wall once more with a twist to his mouth ] "I will save them myself". Isn't it?
[ he finally looks at yams and. hm. there's an odd look to his eye as he sees the pin and clamshell, but he doesn't comment on it. ]
[HE SAYS THIS SO APPRECIATIVELY and even claps Dick on the back, well done, sir. Less work for Sanji, and he is always loves that.]
I'm willing to take you at your word... but is that a riddle for another puzzle in here?
[Because that sounds like... one hell of a declaration that Sanji feels almost uncomfortable hearing. For reasons. At least that bell pin is adorable.]
Great, and we got two trinkets that probably go somewhere... [Hm] Here, lemme borrow your notebook, Dick. I'll go write down the numbers.
[Because Yams is an old sword and it just seems mean to make him do it]
[Well neither I nor Yasusada have any clue what's going on, but he will definitely appreciate Sanji writing the numbers down!! He can read them but it's a pain, okay.
He'll bring the sex boat trinkets over to Dick and just sort of. Hover nearby, anxiously looking around. Is there anything else he can do to help...]
[ but yeah dick absolutely let sanji write the numbers and i will be nice to marie and say he came back with them, but looking at them he kind of ... huffs. ]
Okay, that's a lot more than six. [ four times as many, in fact. god. he brings a hand up to his mouth as he thinks ] Six number passwords are usually things like-- [ and his eyes flick over to the not at all sex boat trinkets as he remembers another fun password he had to enter not too long ago with someone who may or may not have been wearing that bell-- ] Dates. We've got twenty four numbers on there, so-- four sets?
[From a meta level, Sanji being here is hilarious and he will never learn why.
Though he sees poor Yams being anxious and after a pause:]
There might be some shit hidden around the room still. Check everything, even the shitty couch cushions if you gotta. The more ground we cover, the more time we'll have to prepare for-- [Another pause, before a grimace. WELL. Yams knows what he's talking about.
God though, as for those numbers, Sanji arches a brow in Dick's direction]
Ain't this cabin Heart's? So I dunno, what's Gramps' birthday?
[UUUUUH]
020...8...06. There. Their new birthday.
[Said with a perfectly deadpan expression because HOW THE FUCK IS HE GONNA KNOW, SIR--]
[OH GOOD, orders. Is... is there a way to keep track of time in here?? He's still worried, but it gives him something to do, so he'll scurry over to the couches first and check them. The cushions, underneath them, behind them--anything to find? Anything on the table between them]
[While Yasusada is searching the couch, he'll come up with a few things! Namely, there's an untitled bluray, some spare change, and a pair of nail clippers? Hm. Ultimately unhelpful, but he will also find a knife, so that's...good. It looks like a regular kitchen knife? What the fuck is that doing in the couch.
The timer is still going. There's probably like five minutes left.]
[Well, Yasusada will try and unstick it!! He'd bang on it with his sword, but he doesn't want to hurt himself like that, so if it doesn't open when he tries to pry it up, he'll sit back on his heels.]
While Dick is wondering where Sanji got his omnipotent numbering system from, the chef is going to yeet himself at that trap door and try to kick it in?? Oh god???
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Just because Yasusada was the one to bring it up, it doesn't mean that he's impervious. He'd been braced for mentions, visions, of Okita--he's never made that devotion a secret. So to hear those names instead, especially when he hasn't told anyone about Nagasone... he stands, frozen, all the color draining out of his face.]
Kiyomitsu...?
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(They look like his, but then again, so did Jason. So even if they were real-- who exactly would it be that he's condemning?)
He shakes his head and goes for the red box on the floor instead, to see if he can't open it. ]
Everybody stay-- [ he almost says whelmed before he remembers who he's with ] calm. We talked about this-- they're not real. This entire camp has access to our memories.
[ ... but that doesn't mean he's eager to play along and kill, even in a simulation, so: ]
Let's try to find a different solution first before we engage in anything. I've more than had my fair share of playing death games.
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[Speaking directly to his fellow castlemate first (who I didn't even realize was on the floor, I'm weeping), once the announcement ends and Sanji has forced himself to breathe a hiss through his teeth.] The castle pulled something like this; this shit isn't real.
[Which is. What Dick said. But team player Sanji seems to have vacated the premises for now. He drops his eyes back to the ouija board with a barely contained scowl]
But if it comes down to it, let's just get this shit out in the open before we're pressed for time: pick Reiju's team. If she's the lead, she won't vote for me.
[And after that little declaration, he'll finally return to surveying the room... before going right back to that board. What does 'Let the game end where I treat two' mean?
It doesn't make sense to leave a riddle if there's no way to solve it, he hopes.]
Lemme know what you guys are looking at so we don't overlap.
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Perhaps it isn't real, but Sanji's declaration's out there which means Dick and Yasusada can agree or contest it. Sanji will have to study that board for a while if he ever plans to figure out what the hell it means, but if he looks at the angle just right, he might notice that the letters are wavering and moving, as if the message itself is daring to change.
Why film live. Tame less.
Meanwhile, Dick will get a better look at that box! And wouldn't you know it? It says FORCE QUIT BOX right on it, a small display screen at the top and a keyboard installed in the lid for password input.
So that's fine.]
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Kiyomitsu wouldn't... he wouldn't vote for-- for me.
[So. There's that.
He knows absolutely nothing about technology, so he'll leave all that to them. Instead, he'll head for the second story platform. Is there anything for him to see up here?]
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... Tim and Wally wouldn't go for a vote at all. [ it's said with conviction, despite everything. dick wouldn't, either, but he's not team leader here, and-- he reminds himself-- it's not real. it can't be. he's sort of keeping track of the time, because Someone has to, but he's a lot more curious about: ] There's a "force quit" box here. It needs a password.
[ he'll look the box all over in case there's a secret hint or something else in it before looking around the bar and computer in general to see if there's anything else ]
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Sanji watches Yasusada climb off for that little loft before he blows out a second sigh to release some tension. Okay good, puppy sword is on board with what they need to do. He'll go back to the ouija board, staring at it for a long-ass while before he sees those shimmering letters]
Why... film live... Tame less?
[Da fuck]
Maybe this is the password for it. Come give this a look, Dick.
[Just to verify he's not hallucinating]
Should we try this on the "force quit" box? Shit, I don't even know what that entails...
[-- Besides it sounding really fuckin ominous.]
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Meanwhile, Yasusada can crawl his way up to the second story loft and he'll find what looks like a series of numbers carved into the floor. They don't seem to have an order but for reference they are 122964130106290318020812. But if he looks around he'll find two other items tucked away in a corner. One is a small bobby pin with a golden bell attached, and the other is...a clamshell? Okay.]
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How's their time, guys.]
I found these... and there are some numbers upstairs, on the floor.
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The keyboard for the password is numbers. There's six spaces. Yasusada, how many numbers are there upstairs? [ whether they should be activating the force quit or not... he thinks they should at least figure that much out. but that doesn't mean he won't still come solve a different puzzle. he's grabbing a notebook from his pocket and writing down the words from the wall when he gets there, but-- ] An anagram, right? It makes no sense on its own.
[ he writes down the letters individually, mouthing to himself as he scribbles rather frantically in his notebook something the player absolutely didn't solve on her own ]
Will... Fail... them...? No, wait. [ he pauses, and looks up at the wall once more with a twist to his mouth ] "I will save them myself". Isn't it?
[ he finally looks at yams and. hm. there's an odd look to his eye as he sees the pin and clamshell, but he doesn't comment on it. ]
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[HE SAYS THIS SO APPRECIATIVELY and even claps Dick on the back, well done, sir. Less work for Sanji, and he is always loves that.]
I'm willing to take you at your word... but is that a riddle for another puzzle in here?
[Because that sounds like... one hell of a declaration that Sanji feels almost uncomfortable hearing. For reasons. At least that bell pin is adorable.]
Great, and we got two trinkets that probably go somewhere... [Hm] Here, lemme borrow your notebook, Dick. I'll go write down the numbers.
[Because Yams is an old sword and it just seems mean to make him do it]
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He'll bring the sex boat trinkets over to Dick and just sort of. Hover nearby, anxiously looking around. Is there anything else he can do to help...]
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[ but yeah dick absolutely let sanji write the numbers and i will be nice to marie and say he came back with them, but looking at them he kind of ... huffs. ]
Okay, that's a lot more than six. [ four times as many, in fact. god. he brings a hand up to his mouth as he thinks ] Six number passwords are usually things like-- [ and his eyes flick over to the not at all sex boat trinkets as he remembers another fun password he had to enter not too long ago with someone who may or may not have been wearing that bell-- ] Dates. We've got twenty four numbers on there, so-- four sets?
[ fuck you sanji start yeeting numbers ]
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Though he sees poor Yams being anxious and after a pause:]
There might be some shit hidden around the room still. Check everything, even the shitty couch cushions if you gotta. The more ground we cover, the more time we'll have to prepare for-- [Another pause, before a grimace. WELL. Yams knows what he's talking about.
God though, as for those numbers, Sanji arches a brow in Dick's direction]
Ain't this cabin Heart's? So I dunno, what's Gramps' birthday?
[UUUUUH]
020...8...06. There. Their new birthday.
[Said with a perfectly deadpan expression because HOW THE FUCK IS HE GONNA KNOW, SIR--]
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[ wait, no, focus. be amused later, there is a time limit. he's about to test the numbers before he stops ]
If we get it right, we'll be activating whatever force quitting means. Are we all okay with that? [ just. in case this is a thing ]
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[He smirks like an evil gremlin, clearly delighted to hear PH is bitching about him. Let his reputation precede him, please and thanks.
Though looking at that box... mm.]
Not gonna lie, I half-expect that shit to blow up on us.
[Blunt]
But I can't imagine why else we'd have a puzzle like that here if there wasn't a point, so... go for it.
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The timer is still going. There's probably like five minutes left.]
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He'll take the blu-ray, even though he doesn't know what it is, and the knife!! What a good baby.]
Sanji-kun, a knife for you. [SINCE SANJI IS KEEPER OF THE KNIVES I GUESS
But can he lift the rug?? He'll check around there next.]
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Not it. Okay, let's-- keep guessing, Yasasuda can keep looking around in case they wrote it down somewhere.
[ yams is already looking around but dick is just mentally screaming ]
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Goddamnit-- uh.
12... 01... 96.
[MORE YEETING OF NUMBERS]
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You have about a minute left at this rate. The lights on the collars flash rapidly, and a slow beep begins to sound off as a countdown begins.]
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Sanji-kun, we might need you to kick again--
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also they're about to die so that's neat and cool hopefully this works ]
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While Dick is wondering where Sanji got his omnipotent numbering system from, the chef is going to yeet himself at that trap door and try to kick it in?? Oh god???
They are absolutely gonna get blown up]
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