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foundationmods) wrote2018-11-25 12:31 pm
foundationmods) wrote2018-11-25 12:31 pm
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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!
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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?
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[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.
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[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.
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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.
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[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?
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[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.
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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?
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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.]
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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?
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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
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[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]