BREAK-IN: Dick, Sanji, Yasusada

[gatonina]

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[concasse]

[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...

[-- Besides it sounding really fuckin ominous.]

[gatonina]

[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.]

[okitactless]

[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.

[unpredicktable]

[ 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. ]

[concasse]

-- Goddamn, you're a nerd.

[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]

[okitactless]

[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...]

[unpredicktable]

I'm choosing to take it as a compliment.

[ 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 ]

[concasse]

[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--]

[okitactless]

[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]

[unpredicktable]

You're who calls PH Gramps?

[ 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 ]

[concasse]

But of course. Someone that, uh, ageless deserves such an esteemed title, eh?

[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.

[gatonina]

[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.]

[okitactless]

[WHAT IS ALL THIS JUNK. Is this Wei Wuxian's couch. What's happening.

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.]

[unpredicktable]

[ well dick tries the first sequence sanji yelled, and since ty loves us enough for this it does not work ]

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 ]

[concasse]

Oh? Thanks. Was looking for another one. [Taking that knife without any conscious effort and slipping it right into his jacket. As you do]

Goddamnit-- uh.

12... 01... 96.

[MORE YEETING OF NUMBERS]

[gatonina]

[Well. Yams will find that under the rug there's a trap door. It sort of looks like it's stuck though?

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.]

[okitactless]

[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.]

Sanji-kun, we might need you to kick again--

[unpredicktable]

[ there's an odd pause when sanji says that date, and he kind of goes-- "right" as he punches it in, face oddly blank

also they're about to die so that's neat and cool hopefully this works ]

[concasse]

[WHELP.

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]

[gatonina]

[Here's the thing. 120196 works, and when the force quit box opens there are two slots inside. One will fit the clamshell, and one will fit the hairpin. The timer's still going though, so perhaps they should put those inside the slots and see what happens?

Or they can keep banging and kicking at the door because the wood's beginning to splinter and give way.]

[okitactless]

[GOOD JOB SANJI

Yasusada will just. Back up.]

[unpredicktable]

[ they do that dick is scrambling to put the clamshell and the pin in the slot, which--

he is having some Feelings about but also the constant beeping of incoming murder is a powerful motivator ]

Whatever this is, I'm activating it!

[ PROBABLY ]

[concasse]

[MmmMMMMMM

Just gonna

keep

kicking he guesses!

Please break sooner rather than later, trap door!]

[gatonina]

Force Quit Now Activated.

[The collars power down, the pins relaxing just a bit and the collars fall off one by one.

That's the good news.

The bad news is...]

Detonation will begin in thirty seconds.

[The wood splinters the harder Sanji kicks, finally giving way under his weight. Perhaps it's time to go?]

[okitactless]

"Detonation"?

[I'm 5(50) and what is this]