THE CLEANER

[foundationmods]

THE CLEANER

Atsushi wakes up in his room on monday morning, with a staff member indulgently smiling down on him. They're aware that he needs guidance, and they want to provide that for him during the game. So they have a special task, just for him...

OOC GAMEPLAY

- The Cleaner is a Third party role that is tasked with killing inactive players during the week.

- The Cleaner faces no punishment for these murders, and will not be tried.

- The Cleaner is protected by the Resort for a period of time, after which the Resort will leave his fate up to the rest of the game.

- The Cleaner wins if they make it to the end of the game alive.

TIPS

Do what comes naturally. Also, you must feed the Rats by the Resort's requests, so get ready to do that a lot.

Comments

[foundationmods]

[The weight shifts a little, as if taken aback.

After a moment -

The weight moves closer to him, and it feels like the weight of an arm gently rests on his side.

It's not warm.

And yet - it feels like it should be.]

[moonlightbeast]

[It's more comfort than he's ever gotten in his entire life. And when he starts crying- by turning his face into the pillow to muffle his pitiful sobs and dry his face- it's not from relief. It's out of grief, as he realizes that even Dazai wouldn't be comforting him like this.

No, it's probably a hallucination. Nobody cares enough to try and reassure him. Just s fever-dream he's experiencing to cope with the pain that is his everyday life.

And yet, somehow, he would probably feel worse if that arm were to go away.]

[foundationmods]

[....

The arm is removed, but only for an instant. instead, Atsushi feels the pressure of an arm wrapped around him, and the feeling of something solid pressing on his back.

Would he even recognize a hug, like this?]

[moonlightbeast]

[Not really, because he hasn't really been hugged before. It actually is a shock to his system, enough that he will turn his head sharply to look behind himself to see who is there.

But he lets out a pained noise and instantly reaches for his neck, and when he pulls his hand back there will be blood on his fingertips. So much for his collar staying clean.]

Ah...this again...

[And yet, despite the collar having an easy loop to remove it by, he makes no effort to take it off.]

[foundationmods]

[The pressure doesn't abate - but that arm does move.

He'll feel fabric brush against his fingertips, and the blood will be gone. The same fabric will brush up against his neck - much more gently this time - taking the blood with it.

Then the hug continues.]

[moonlightbeast]

[...what the fuck

No, seriously, what the fuck just happened?

Atsushi is reaching up to his neck again, but hey, the blood is gone! And the cuts are already healing, since healing factor and everything.

So he's....not...hallucinating?

???]

Um.

Th-thank you?

[What do you even say to an invisible person who just drank your blood?]

[foundationmods]

[...

The presence fades, if only for a minute or two. After that, the door opens to let a piece of paper and pen through, which settles down at the bed's nearby end table.

The pen is picked up, and it writes -]

You're welcome.

I thought you needed someone to let you know they were there.

[moonlightbeast]

[............................]

Please tell me you're an ability-user who can levitate objects.

[PLEASE DON'T BE A GHOST???]

[foundationmods]

[You got hugged by a ghost, nerd]

No, I'm not.

I'm dead.

[moonlightbeast]

...

Dazai-san?

[IS IT DAZAI? IS HE TROLLING HIM FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE???]

[foundationmods]

[Oh honey.]

No.

I'm The Apprentice.

FAKE

[moonlightbeast]

I'm surprised Trump didn't fire you for taking his orange glow.

Re: FAKE

[foundationmods]

we don't talk about the POTUS like that mister

even if we hate that he IS the president

[moonlightbeast]

The Apprentice? If that's so, then who is your master? And is he a ghost too?

[foundationmods]

[The pen hesitates.]

No, it's....giving my name right now would be a bad idea. I don't have a master - the only person who would be close to that killed me.

[moonlightbeast]

...well if he killed you, then he's not much of a master.

[foundationmods]

I don't really count him as one.

[There's a pause, and then-]

Are you - alright? I can, uh...hug you again, if you need it.

[moonlightbeast]

[After reading that, his hand absent-mindedly reaches up to the collar, and he runs his finger along the edge of it.

The weight is familiar, and heavy.]

I think I'm alright now. I just forgot my place for a moment, that's all.

[foundationmods]

[The pen practically writes like a blur at that.]

No. You're a human being like anyone else - she's in the wrong for forcing you to do this.

[moonlightbeast]

[Sorry ghost-san, Atsushi is turning a bit distant now. Mental protections to preserve what remains of his sanity and all.]

Some people are born into a life they did not want. That's just how things are. It's neither 'right' nor 'wrong', it just 'is'.

[foundationmods]

Just because that's how it is doesn't mean you can't fight against it! That's not - It's not -

[The pen begins to slow down, though it's clear the writer is frustrated.]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry that there's no other option. That I can't make another option happen.

[moonlightbeast]

[Atsushi reaches out to gently touch the pen, stilling it. It's his way of interrupting this 'conversation' so he can speak.]

"The mind may err, but never the blood."

My blood runs Mafia-black, Ghost-san. Don't apologize for something that was decided long before you ever met me.

[Then he'll move his hand off of the pen, once he's said his piece.]

[foundationmods]

[The pen twitches at that, as if the person writing it was taken aback.

When he lets go, it's still - before he starts writing again.]

'We are all of us trainers of wild beasts, it is said, and the beasts in question are our own inner selves.'

Maybe your beast is your past, Nakajima.

[moonlightbeast]

Mmm, no.

My beast lives beneath the moonlight.

[And he'll glance out the window.

Just two days past the last full moon. 27 more to go.]

[foundationmods]

[The pen stills again - and this time when it writes, it's in Kanji.]

Having chanced to go mad, I became a wild beast.
Calamity piled upon calamity - I cannot escape my fate.
Who could now withstand my fangs and claws?
Yet in student days I shared your bright promise-
Now I have become a beast crouching in a thicket,
While you ride grandly in an official's carriage.
Tonight I gaze at the bright moon over the mountain.
Unable to sing an Ode, I can only howl.'