[ later in the day, majima can be found in front of the bonfire, with a lit cigarette in his mouth and a slightly charred—but otherwise intact—travel guide under his foot.
Personally, I think it's likely, but my opinion is probably also colored by my experiences on the boat. [He doesn't trust SHIT!!!] There's a chance this is something unrelated, but from what I've heard from others, these directors can be a little strange one-on-one. They don't have a scrap of my trust, anyway.
My delicate sensibilities aren't offended over being on the fuck boat or other people pointing it out! But when you all put it like that, you make it sound like we were out there having a great time partying on a cruiseliner! When we were floating on a metal deathtrap in the middle of a cursed ocean with sex demons breathing down our necks demanding we fuck each other for their enjoyment while they probably jacked off somewhere, if they even had anything to jack off!! I wouldn't know, they were blobs!!!
[ as wwx takes the cigarette, majima leans over and holds out a lighter, covering it with his other hand to block it from the light rain that we all completely forgot about until now until the end catches. ]
[whoops so did i but what is weather in the face of the knowledge that they're trapped in murder hell again. IT'S FINE!!
He waits patiently until the end is lit and takes a drag in a surprisingly pro way, but of course ends up coughing heartily into his sleeve a second later.]
Hah— [HACKING.] Haha-- No, but it was an herb used for communicating with spirits!
[This is the WORST KIND OF TRIAL, where you find the culprit but there are still no winners! Boo!!
Wei Wuxian is sitting in front of the fire pit sometime after that madness is... largely over, eating peanuts and chucking the shells into the flames. His feet are way too close to the fire, and he doesn't seem to notice or care. Once he spots Majima, he's quick to wave him over with one hand and offer his little bag of peanuts with the other.]
Here - want any? Promise they weren't down my shirt.
[ if i said right now that there's canon that says majima is extremely allergic to peanuts would that be fucked up or what ]
I tried askin' Winter-han about it durin' trial...all they said was that Tsuru-han is "in safe hands." Might find out tomorrow, I guess. [ he tosses some peanut shells on the ground, which he absolutely removed before he stuffed them in his mouth, i didn't forget how peanuts work, ] New places showed up every week in yer game too, didn't they?
[i can't believe we'll have a mini trial between w0 and w1 because wwx accidentally killed majima with a handful of peanuts.]
Mmm... [Is all he has to say about that, apparently. He still trusts these NPCs 0%. Even after Winter Wizard has to supermurder Evan tomorrow, he'll only trust them like 5%. Such is the life of a thot.]
--They did, yes. Each week a new floor or new areas on a floor would unlock and we'd be able to poke around a bit. Sometimes we could get into places that weren't open to the rest of the group yet, but it was always dangerous.
[ good thing he's not, then! he is, however, allergic to pollen. this has been your daily serving of #justmajimafacts ]
Then there's a decent chance somethin' like it'll happen tomorrow, too. [ ...he lets out a sigh that's a touch bitter. ] With all these similarities, you'd think we'd be able to figure out a way to get around murderin', too.
[WEI WUXIAN IS (spins wheel) sitting in the mess hall, taking a bit of a breather from the Everything that has happened! He sure doesn't look too good; he's had bags under his eyes for a good week or so, but they get worse by the day and really pop out now that he's paler thanks to rune circle blood loss. He's also shivering and has his wee little chattering teeth, as you do. Still, he offers a smile as he catches sight of Majima. It's a tired one. They're all doing fine.]
[ we are both shivering and it's fine. at some point between waking up and arriving in the mess hall, majima's gone to grab a purple parka from the clothing store, but it doesn't look like it's helped their curfew problem. ]
Not exactly... just had a couple more questions for ya, 'bout all the zomb—... fierce corpse stuff.
Also that sure is a question. Wei Wuxian pauses for a second and seems to consider something - but it appeared to be fine when people who broke into Purple Heart's cabin shared a little more amongst themselves, so long as they limited the spread to others. So he nods.]
I'm quite sure that Black Shadows is someone I know, yes.
Ah? Not at all! That looked very similar to where I lived, hah. The Demon Slaughtering Cave, I called it! [He's talking like this is so fuckin normal.]
I had the blood pool where I kept my fierce corpses, an area where I'd had to restrain Wen Ning for a while, and another sealing circle for my tiger seal.
[ he wants to comment, he really does... but then he remembers his own living situation back home, and decides to simply shut the fuck up. ]
Okay, so like, why the blood pool. Does that... preserve the bodies? [ beat ] Is that why Wen-han is keepin' the people who've died in there, for safekeeping?
It does, yes. Back home, they'd feed on the resentful energy that collected there, but the pool itself has properties that keep a corpse from deteriorating further. If this one functions anything like that, then yes, that's why Wen Ning's keeping them in there. I couldn't sense any resentful energy from the one they were actually in, at least.
[ shut the fuck up you're gonna curse me again just like you did to nikkari ]
...guess that's what he meant in the journal. The entry where he was talkin' about havin' enough room for when more people start to kick it. But why go through all that when we know their... spirits? Souls? Or whatever are bein' kept somewhere else, like they always are with these games.
Mm, that's exactly what he meant. If he runs out of room and we need that, it could be a problem. [RANDY THEIR BODY PIT...]
...I'd guess it means that for some reason, we still need those bodies. Not necessarily to return to, but in some cases a spirit needs something tangible on the "other side" to cross back over, you know? Or it's possible that the spirit wouldn't be able to exist without a body to be tied to, even on the other side.
... guess it works out that he was one of the ones who got put in charge here, then, huh? Someone who knows what they're doin'. I'd say that's a pretty lucky coincidence, but... well. Ya know. All of this is pretty much the complete opposite of lucky.
Hah, true enough, you'd have to be quite unlucky to end up saddled with a job like that!
[HE IS VERY TIRED. Life is tiring, but it's surely even more tiring for their directors, good LORD.]
I'm not sure if it's a good or bad thing, though - to think he was put here on purpose. If he was, then it's possible it was only done to give us a false sense of hope.
[Since they'd of course trust a man with a connection to death to perhaps find ways to help them skirt around the rules.]
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( week 0 ) friday
we're all doing fine today??? ]
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He'll plop himself down next to Majima, glancing at the travel guide underfoot.]
Haha, it's almost like we all saw everything coming, hm? [HOW VERY SURPRISING, WOW, no pizza party and instead only competitions of murder!]
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...what do ya think of the whole thing? Think the Directors had a hand in any of it?
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Personally, I think it's likely, but my opinion is probably also colored by my experiences on the boat. [He doesn't trust SHIT!!!] There's a chance this is something unrelated, but from what I've heard from others, these directors can be a little strange one-on-one. They don't have a scrap of my trust, anyway.
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You were on the fuck boat?
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Yes, I was on the fuck boat.
[GOD HE DOESN'T EVEN CARE ANYMORE.]
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My delicate sensibilities aren't offended over being on the fuck boat or other people pointing it out! But when you all put it like that, you make it sound like we were out there having a great time partying on a cruiseliner! When we were floating on a metal deathtrap in the middle of a cursed ocean with sex demons breathing down our necks demanding we fuck each other for their enjoyment while they probably jacked off somewhere, if they even had anything to jack off!! I wouldn't know, they were blobs!!!
[No one asked for this.]
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[ he reaches into his pocket, pulls out a pack of cigarettes, flicks one slightly out of the container, and offers it to wei wuxian. ]
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He reaches out to take it while heaving a sigh.]
—Anyway. Thanks for this and excuse any horrible sounds I make, since I've only ever smoked anything once before.
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[ as wwx takes the cigarette, majima leans over and holds out a lighter, covering it with his other hand to block it from the light rain that we all completely forgot about until now until the end catches. ]
What'd ya do your first time? Weed?
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He waits patiently until the end is lit and takes a drag in a surprisingly pro way, but of course ends up coughing heartily into his sleeve a second later.]
Hah— [HACKING.] Haha-- No, but it was an herb used for communicating with spirits!
[So like, fantasy China weed.]
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Spirit weed.
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...And then just tapping his chin.]
You know, actually, that's a much catchier name. That's what I'll call it from now on, mm.
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Just callin' it like I see it. What's its actual name?
w0 saturday
Wei Wuxian is sitting in front of the fire pit sometime after that madness is... largely over, eating peanuts and chucking the shells into the flames. His feet are way too close to the fire, and he doesn't seem to notice or care. Once he spots Majima, he's quick to wave him over with one hand and offer his little bag of peanuts with the other.]
Here - want any? Promise they weren't down my shirt.
I FORGOT
then he sits down next to him and holds his hand out to accept some nuts. ]
YOU JUST SAW SHIRT PEANUTS AND BOUNCED
Long day, hm? At least we get food this time.
honestly yeah that's the most likely scenario
At least.
[ he sounds exactly as Done as you'd expect. ]
fair i wish i could bounce from wwx too
Doesn't seem like they'll have a place prepared for us to pay respects to our lost ones just yet, either.
[Said in a lilting way, as he just fuckin sighs.]
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I tried askin' Winter-han about it durin' trial...all they said was that Tsuru-han is "in safe hands." Might find out tomorrow, I guess. [ he tosses some peanut shells on the ground, which he absolutely removed before he stuffed them in his mouth, i didn't forget how peanuts work, ] New places showed up every week in yer game too, didn't they?
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Mmm... [Is all he has to say about that, apparently. He still trusts these NPCs 0%. Even after Winter Wizard has to supermurder Evan tomorrow, he'll only trust them like 5%. Such is the life of a thot.]
--They did, yes. Each week a new floor or new areas on a floor would unlock and we'd be able to poke around a bit. Sometimes we could get into places that weren't open to the rest of the group yet, but it was always dangerous.
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Then there's a decent chance somethin' like it'll happen tomorrow, too. [ ...he lets out a sigh that's a touch bitter. ] With all these similarities, you'd think we'd be able to figure out a way to get around murderin', too.
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Hah... It's always the most crucial pieces that take the longest time to figure out.
[Not that knowing this makes dealing with it any easier. He toes at the ground near the fire, kicking a little of the dirt into the flames.]
Always having to wait and see, hm.
w3 friday
Have you happened to find anything...?
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Not exactly... just had a couple more questions for ya, 'bout all the zomb—... fierce corpse stuff.
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Of course. Ask away - I'm something of a fierce corpse expert, hah.
[It's funny because he invented necromancy in his world.]
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Ya sure knew a lot about how to handle things yesterday... do ya have any connection to Shadows-han, or was that all a coincidence?
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Also that sure is a question. Wei Wuxian pauses for a second and seems to consider something - but it appeared to be fine when people who broke into Purple Heart's cabin shared a little more amongst themselves, so long as they limited the spread to others. So he nods.]
I'm quite sure that Black Shadows is someone I know, yes.
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I've seen who's under that hood, for the record, if that helps ya out any.
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Then I do know who he is, quite well. That cave was one the two of us shared, quite some time ago. [HIS ZOMBIE...] You've spoken with him, then?
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I had the blood pool where I kept my fierce corpses, an area where I'd had to restrain Wen Ning for a while, and another sealing circle for my tiger seal.
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Okay, so like, why the blood pool. Does that... preserve the bodies? [ beat ] Is that why Wen-han is keepin' the people who've died in there, for safekeeping?
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It does, yes. Back home, they'd feed on the resentful energy that collected there, but the pool itself has properties that keep a corpse from deteriorating further. If this one functions anything like that, then yes, that's why Wen Ning's keeping them in there. I couldn't sense any resentful energy from the one they were actually in, at least.
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...guess that's what he meant in the journal. The entry where he was talkin' about havin' enough room for when more people start to kick it. But why go through all that when we know their... spirits? Souls? Or whatever are bein' kept somewhere else, like they always are with these games.
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Mm, that's exactly what he meant. If he runs out of room and we need that, it could be a problem. [RANDY THEIR BODY PIT...]
...I'd guess it means that for some reason, we still need those bodies. Not necessarily to return to, but in some cases a spirit needs something tangible on the "other side" to cross back over, you know? Or it's possible that the spirit wouldn't be able to exist without a body to be tied to, even on the other side.
stares in backtags
touches the ground
[HE IS VERY TIRED. Life is tiring, but it's surely even more tiring for their directors, good LORD.]
I'm not sure if it's a good or bad thing, though - to think he was put here on purpose. If he was, then it's possible it was only done to give us a false sense of hope.
[Since they'd of course trust a man with a connection to death to perhaps find ways to help them skirt around the rules.]