( PROPHETS - WEEK 3 )

[abhoth]

On Sunday night, as soon as the grandfather clocks mark 6:00, a voice will speak to you. The tone may vary from person to person, the voice's pitch shifting and changing to suit her facilitators's needs — but the words will remain the same. Similarly for all those who can hear it, they'll suddenly find themselves captivated by it. "Come now, little ones. It's time to partake." And just like that, you find yourself drawn towards the nearest mirrored surface on the wall, somehow managing to avoid calling the attention of anyone who might be in the room with you. Though this is your first time participating in the ritual, knowledge still floods your mind. A light press of your hand against the mirror, and you will find yourself capable of stepping through the previously solid surface and into the shrine room. Here, you find yourself accompanied by two (2) other individuals. And though your handler can't be physically among you, you still feel her presence enveloping you and saturating the air in this room. Glance up, and through the glass ceiling you'll be able to see her in all her glory. It seems it's time for this week's sacrifice to be chosen. ( quick navigation ) ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation prophet's handbook

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THE UNCLEAN

[abhoth]

[While the "sun" watches silently through the glass ceiling, she will say nothing unless directly addressed. Go forth and mingle among yourselves, unless you're itching to ask a question.]

[disinterested]

Can I have 50,000 yen?

[for you-know-who

who probably doesn't deserve it because he almost got caught but]

[abhoth]

[The boys have brought shame to their mother. :/]

Money in an oddity in this realm. You will receive 50,000 yen once you've concluded your duties.

[Don't make it obvious you have Cthulhu hooking you up, is what she means.]

[disinterested]

[GIRGE TRIED sort of]

Give it to Tsurugi then, in that case.

[abhoth]

Duly noted.

[perceptions]

Hey, can I get a small pipe?

[abhoth]

You may. Retrieve it from under your bed.

[perceptions]

Thanks!

...Also, on a more serious note: is what they said about Omega true? That she killed herself to make a deal with Craftly about my power?

[abhoth]

It is true. But worry not, little one, for she traded her life for nothing. The evidence you will produce will only lead to your role, and nothing more.

VULNERABLE

[abhoth]

[Like last week, the Unclean has an announcement to make:]

Listen now, little ones. The Teacher has chosen to weaken one of their own once again. Velvet Crowe. Should you chose her, you will know where to find her.

[And that's all.]

VOTE

[abhoth]

[There is an altar on the side of the room, a collection of 2x2 photographs of all living residents arranged around it — as well as a single knife. Once you've all selected your next victim, you will seal their fate by placing their photograph on the altar and spilling your blood on it. All surviving Prophets must do this to assure your victory.

Please respond with the name of this week's victim (or victims) in the subject header.]

Rachel + Marty

[perceptions]

[wew]

Rachel + Marty

[disinterested]

Rachel + Marty

[shoelickingshit]

[disinterested]

[mmmmmmmm]

Tsurugi, I think you're in deep shit.

[perceptions]

Well, they didn't get him at least?

[disinterested]

We probably owe Kamui for being such a distraction.

[perceptions]

People seemed to be having more fun arm wrestling him than figuring out who killed Hibiki up until the last hour. Guess we got lucky.

[disinterested]

Luck won't save him if he becomes suspicious again. Perhaps he should take a break this week?

[shoelickingshit]

[ WAVES HAND... ]

This stuff is waaaay too much work. I wish I could just kill and not have to hide the fact I did it.

[disinterested]

Well, you were free to confess. Kamui did, after all.

[shoelickingshit]

Hmm, well, I'm still too young to die. So I'll pass on that.

[disinterested]

Then you'll have to suck it up and be more discreet.

[it sucks, he knows]

[perceptions]

Ugh I feel the same. It'd just be so much easier.

[lazy mafia for life.]

[shoelickingshit]

Riight? If I can't be flashy about it then what's the point too?

[ what is this undercover discreet BS... ]