foundationmods (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
foundationmods) wrote2018-11-25 12:31 pm
foundationmods) wrote2018-11-25 12:31 pm
Entry tags:
THE TRIPWIRE
Akira wakes up on Monday morning with bloody sheets, an aching chest, and a Staff member in his room holding a bloody scalpel and a surgical mask plastered over their face. With a chipper tone, they tell Akira that the surgery was a success, and that his new role is that of The Tripwire. A quick feel of his sore chest will tell him that there's a freshly stitched up wound there, along with the feeling of something extra beating along in time with his heartbeat. Looks like living just got complicated...
OOC GAMEPLAY
- The Tripwire is a Third Party role in which the player may go about the game as normal.
- However, the Tripwire has a bomb in their chest, timed to the beat of their heart. The moment his heart stops, the bomb goes off. This explosion will take out the killer IF they kill and remain close to the body. If the killer murders The Tripwire remotely (like poisoning or a trap), they will survive.
- The bomb will not go off if The Tripwire is executed.
- The bomb will go off if they tell anyone about the bomb in their chest. This extends to explicit verbal and written communication.
- The Tripwire wins if they make it to the end of the game alive.
TIPS
I mean, you have a bomb in your chest and can't tell anyone about it - act accordingly. As for the wound, it'll be raw and painful for a few days, but on Thursday it'll be healed to the point of just looking like a new scar, with the stitches removed. Huh!
no subject
[Akira feels his heart seize in his chest, but something else, something mechanical, something foreign, ticks on and thrums through his veins anyway. he doesn’t move, every muscle frozen in place, his fierce expression fading into pure, slackjawed shock]
[bomb. the word echoes in his head as though shouted in a cavern. his throat feels dry, but he swallows anyway, chin tilted up]
Why?
[stay as calm as you can, Kurusu. you already knew something shady was happening, here. this is just a part of it. figure it the fuck out]
no subject
[The Staff member's eyes go a little blank, as if they're having issue remembering...but then it comes back in full force.]
For the game! You'll be told later today by The Lady what kind of game it is.
no subject
[don't panic, Kurusu! keep your head!]
[it's so hard listening to the calm part of yourself when there's a bomb in your chest]
What kind of. . . [he says, breathlessly incredulous] What kind of game involves implanting a bomb into a guy's chest? While he's sleeping?
[-- oh god. oh shit. oh holy fuck. they cut him open while he was asleep. they came into his room while he was unaware and vulnerable and probably gave him anesthesia and cut him open and he thinks that if he focuses on this too much he's going to be sick, no matter how calm he tries to keep himself]
no subject
The game you all will be playing, of course! Please listen to the rules you will have to abide by.
[Without a single notice of how unsettled Akira is, the Staff member rattles on.]
You are the Tripwire. You are a Third Party role that can go about as normal, but you have a bomb in your chest.
The moment your heart stops, the bomb explodes.
no subject
[what does one even say that? Akira wasn't very good with words in the first place, but all of his are suddenly sucked out of his throat at that news]
[GIVE HIM A SECOND TO REBOOT]
[WHILE HE JUST STARES AT THE STAFF MEMBER]
[LIKE HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT TO DO, HERE]
no subject
The Staff member continues -]
In addition, the bomb will explode if you tell anyone about your role or the bomb in your chest. This includes verbally saying or writing down 'I am The Tripwire' or 'There's a bomb in my chest' - though we will allow you to show someone your chest or let them listen to your heart and come to their own conclusions.
no subject
no subject
The Tripwire wins if they survive the game.
Have a fun time!
[As if he were going to the amusement park or something, instead of having a bomb forcibly implanted in his chest.
The Staff member then turns, grabbing the bloody bedding and replacing it with fresh bedding they'd left to the side in an unnaturally quick motion. Once that's accomplished, they grab the bloody bedding and walk out, job done.]
no subject
[ah. right. his words and his ability to move all come rushing back at him as though a damn just broke]
-- wait!
[and he bolts after the Staff member]
I'm not done asking you questions!
no subject
Yes, Mr. Satan? Is there something else?
no subject
Why the hell are we here? What kind of game do you expect us to play? Who is responsible for this? Who are you? Where are we?
And if you implanted a bomb in my chest, what the hell did you do to the other guests?
[BOY that sure is a lot of questions]
no subject
[The Staff rattles all that off rapidfire, still smiling pleasantly, as if Akira doesn't have them by the collar.]
no subject
What a bullshit response. That doesn't tell me anything.
. . . someone else was killed here, before we arrived. What happened to them?
no subject
[The smile drops a bit, but then goes right back up again.]
Unfortunately, The Apprentice was killed by someone he came in with. We were surprised none of you noticed him - he was trying to talk to all of you all day yesterday.
no subject
He-- [????]
The broken vase. . .?
[that question is more to himself than the staff member]
no subject
Yes. We can forgive a small thing like that, though - he's been a perfectly good Guest these past six months. He was nearly in tears yesterday, but we think he'll be alright now.
no subject
So this hotel is haunted.
[AHA HA. . .]
. . . where is the person The Apprentice came in with?
no subject
[There's a moment of silence suddenly after, the Staff member's eyes going fully blank, mouth moving mechanically as if someone cut off their voice.
And then they just vanish in thin air, bloody clothes and all.
As if they were never there.]
no subject
-- hey!
[and Akira takes a step back, cursing under his breath as he does so, because he wasn't finished!!]
Damn it. . .
[great. just fucking great. so he was kidnapped, dropped into a forest, herded towards a haunted hotel where a crime scene took place, and then had a bomb forcibly implanted near his heart. one that will explode if he tells anyone or if he dies. which. . . judging by the name of the game they're supposed to be playing? is actually a pretty large possibility]
[. . . Akira has been through a lot. his composure, his sense of calm, his ability to adapt, is legendary. but this?]
[he rakes his hand through his hair, slumps against the nearest wall, and tries to ignore the ever-persistent tick that wracks his body like an earthquake]
Damn it damn it damn it damn it--!
no subject
And then, softly, almost hesitantly -
There's a firm pressure in the shape of a hand on his shoulder, even though nothing is there. The pajamas he's wearing also look as if someone placed their hand there...]
no subject
[he jumps and jerks away and turns around, hand automatically darting to his waist for the knife that isn't there. but then. . . it clicks]
[. . .]
. . . are you The Apprentice?
[if anyone else were here they'd think him crazy for talking to thin air]
no subject
no subject
[immediately scrambling up onto his feet again, snatching at the tablet on his nightstand, searching it for some kind of text app. DOES IT. . . EXIST. . .]
no subject
Thank you for asking about me.
no subject
I don't understand what's happening, but--
[he places his tablet down on the night stand again, and takes a seat on his bed, wringing his hands as he does so]
Those marks in that room. . . the apparent age of your bones. You've been here for nearly a year, haven't you?
no subject
[The pen seems to hesitate for a moment, before -]
I - didn't stay here very long before I died.
That's my room. And my bones that you found.
[The pen hesitates again, before it picks back up, writing a little slower this time.]
Are those two who were with you alright? They didn't look so good when they saw...what was left of me.
no subject
[so the marks were made after The Apprentice died. . . geez. still, though. six months? that's a long time]
I'm sorry we didn't arrive earlier to prevent. . . whatever happened.
[he has to say that first, before answering that question]
. . . I haven't checked in with Yoshi-kun or Roxas yet. I hope they're okay; I know they didn't take it well.
no subject
A small wet drop suddenly appears on the paper after Akira says that, before the pen suddenly starts writing again, ignoring the damp spot.]
It's fine. Sorry. I know seeing things like that can be...difficult for people who aren't used to it.
[The pen stills for a moment, then begins to write again.]
I thought - for a moment, that - I was hallucinating, when I saw you all on Sunday. But, you're real. All of you. And I -
- I can't stop any of what's about to happen. Forgive me.
no subject
[one would think that someone who had a bomb installed in their chest would be more focused on their own well being. perhaps Akira should be far more concerned about himself and the strategies he needs to employ to make it out alive from this point forward. but then he sees that teardrop on the page, and. . .]
[he can't. his own problems suddenly seem so far away. because, bomb or not, at least he's still alive]
[he reaches out, trying to find the mysterious Apprentice's shoulder]
. . . what's about to happen?
no subject
[The pen stops writing for a moment - and Akira's hand goes through empty air for a moment before feeling something vaguely there, like thin gossamer. The pen suddenly clatters to the table, then after a moment starts back up again.]
I don't want to be the one to say, not like this. I'll be more in contact later, too.
no subject
Then. . . can you tell me why we're here? How we got here? Anything about our situation?
[a beat]
And maybe the identity of the person who killed you, and what they're doing now?
no subject
I don't know how much I can tell without putting you in danger.
Well, more danger.
And I don't know how you got here, except - you must have wandered into this place's active radius. Past a certain point, you can't escape without coming in here and signing the Guestbook. And -
[Another pause.]
Something is wrong with this place. It's gotten progressively worse over the months, and I don't know what's happening to it.
[There's no reply on the identity of the person, as the pen is set back down on the desk.]
no subject
You didn't tell me who the culprit was.
[pointing that out gently]
. . . can you tell me a little bit about how you got here? And how you discovered something was wrong with this place?
no subject
I can't tell you. Not if you really don't know anything. I'm not going to burden you with this. I don't know how much of this is being watched.
I don't want you to die,
Ren[The moment he writes that and realizes what he's done, it's instantly scribbled out.]
Forget that name. Please. I - need to go.
[The Pen clatters onto the table and on the floor, and you get the feeling The Apprentice isn't here anymore.]
1/2
no subject
[bolts to his feet immediately, but. . . a bit too quickly, because a sharp streak of pain suddenly sears through his chest. he lets out a pained cry and presses his hand against his heart, before dropping to his knees and kind of. . . curling up on himself]
[fuck]