Right. [ he's not so sure he believes it, but he'll hope for the best case scenario on that one, because he's a lot more worried about... this. he gets up and goes over to the door to test it, but they all know what he's going to say; ] Locked. And I'm guessing a lockpick wouldn't work on it, either.
Alright, McGuyver. [ it's not disbelief, considering everything else, but he still needs to make the joke. ] We knew this might happen. It's... frustrating, but at least we weren't taken by surprise. Let's try to see how long we stay up. Maybe the door locking will be the only portion of it.
That's about how long it took for us on the ship, too. Too bad there are no clocks anywhere around here. [ he huffs a bit ] Did you guys get any? Is there just a weird aversion to telling time in these places?
[he thinks back on that conversation and sort of. makes a face, but. for now he'll focus on what Dick is saying]
I spent one Thursday night in the billiards room, only to wake up the next day unable to answer any questions with anything other than magic 8-ball quotes.
But yeah. Every week. People staying in the library would get random knowledge, some people woke up with phantom injuries that faded the next day, and one week people even smelled like perfume.
It was an easy way to tell who actually fell asleep the night before. Anyone who was either awake at night or who fell asleep in their room didn't have these effects.
Still. Catching people in a lie is pretty much the entire point of those trials. The more they lie, the easier it is to find one thing that doesn't add up.
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survivaltricks) wrote2020-06-11 05:28 pm
week zero, thursday night
[Akira, who had returned early-- as he promised Dick-- immediately freezes from his spot sitting atop his top bunk]
-- fuck.
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fuck. dick had been lounging on the bed underneath, idle, and the sound makes him sit up. he'd expected it, but... that doesn't mean he'd wanted it. ]
... And Tsuru's not back, either. Great.
[ actually, he hates being right? ]
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[feels something in his chest sink]
It's-- [mmmmmm it's okay it's okay it's okay, right??] It's fine.
He said to assume that Lili and Ookurikara didn't let him leave if he didn't come back in time.
They probably just held him up.
[Tsuru isn't here but at least they know where he is, right?]
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[ even if he had one which he DOESN'T ]
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[he echoes Dick, as though two of them affirming that it'll be okay will make it okay?? it's fine. it's fine!!]
. . . augh, damn it. I should've asked the counselors for some tin clasps and silk yarn. . .
[because then he'd at least have a lockpick, even if it didn't work]
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Uh. Any particular reason why?
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[hops off of the second bunk, striding over towards the door with a deep frown]
I could make some lockpicks if I had enough. Not that they'd work, but at least we'd have them to try.
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Alright, McGuyver. [ it's not disbelief, considering everything else, but he still needs to make the joke. ] We knew this might happen. It's... frustrating, but at least we weren't taken by surprise. Let's try to see how long we stay up. Maybe the door locking will be the only portion of it.
[ will it, tho ]
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. . . back at the mansion we passed out at midnight.
Soooooo if we are forced into a deep, unnatural sleep, we've only got about an hour before it happens.
[ANYONE GOT A WATCH]
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[khhhhh. . . leans his shoulder against the wall and just sort of. slumps]
Maybe it makes it easier for people to accidentally get stuck outside.
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[ dick is pacing the tiny cabin so. they're doing great. ]
Earlier today, you said people who slept outside their rooms had-- weird effects?
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[he thinks back on that conversation and sort of. makes a face, but. for now he'll focus on what Dick is saying]
I spent one Thursday night in the billiards room, only to wake up the next day unable to answer any questions with anything other than magic 8-ball quotes.
Those kind of weird effects.
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What, like, "outcome uncertain"?
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"Cannot predict now."
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[NOW HE'S JUST BEING A SHIT]
But yeah. Every week. People staying in the library would get random knowledge, some people woke up with phantom injuries that faded the next day, and one week people even smelled like perfume.
It was an easy way to tell who actually fell asleep the night before. Anyone who was either awake at night or who fell asleep in their room didn't have these effects.
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[ ??????? ]
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[a beat]
Mostly. People could lie about their effects pretty easily.
[plus when more people stayed in their rooms it became more difficult to tell who was clear due to ROOMS and who was clear due to MURDER]
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It's just a learned skill.
[some people are better at catching liars than others]
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Think you've got it?
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[a wry crack of a smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes]
I think I do.
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Yeah, I guess we've all had some practice. That's... hopefully, it'll work in our favor.
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[but he keeps that to himself, and instead just. . . looks away]