cradleproject | WEEK FIVE

[ Around 9 AM, AL-2955's voice chimes in throughout the ship. ]

Hello, travelers. I have an announcement to make about this week's valued and vulnerable participants. If you have forgotten, I will remind you: those that are valued are protected this week and cannot be made into a victim, but are still allowed to carry out a murder if they so wish. If a participant wishes to kill a vulnerable participant, they will be allotted one extra tool of their choice to carry out the murder. It is not necessary for a vulnerable participant to be a victim. Any participant not on the valued participants list may be selected as a victim. The tools are as follows.

This week, there is an addendum to the criteria in which vulnerable players are selected. Vulnerable players will be selected for reasons other than their overall involvement, and instead on their character.

[ She reads off a list of tools. ]

The valued players this week are as follows.

Adrien Agreste, for being a good cat.
Luke Castellan, for being this week's most engaged participant.
Todomatsu Matsuno, for undisclosed reasons.

The vulnerable players are as follows.

Yuno Gasai, for possessing an objectionable hairstyle.
Rhys, for poor usage of available toiletries.
Jason Todd, for generally behaving in a disagreeable manner.

Edited 2016-07-04 22:35 (UTC)

[ Around noon on Monday morning, AL-2955's disembodied voice echoes throughout the ship, calm and smooth as usual. ]

Good morning, travelers. I trust you all thirty-three of you are well. I am here to announce this week's motive.

[ There is a small pause, as if she must take a moment to clear her throat before continuing. ]

In Fyodor Dostoyevsky's Notes from Underground, the unnamed narrator states that "man is a fickle and disreputable creature and perhaps, like a chess-player, is interested in the process of attaining his goal rather than the goal itself." Cited as one of the world's earliest existential works, it calls into question why we so choose to live and work — The unnamed narrator, as nihilistic as he is, so chooses to exist for such sublime and beautiful moments, ranging from the high of engaging with a sex worker to the low of being forcibly thrown out of a bar. He seeks fulfillment in moments, whether they be grotesque or divine. He admonishes those who behave much like he does, but more subtly, and for a different mode of operation — materialists, those who seek money and possessions as their driving force. Where is it that we find ourselves satisfied with what we have?

That is what I am interested in this week. If you so choose to look in the conference room, you will see several cases of tempered glass, all housing an item quite important to you. This item is not necessarily specific, no — it could be several things that make up one idea, such as dollar bills or drugs. If you kill this week, you will be graced with this item. If you or no one chooses not to kill, this item will be destroyed forever.

Have a nice day, travelers.

[ Alice, as usual, can be contacted in any room of the ship. If your character is in a room with a statue, she will appear before them. Please state which room she is contacted in if you choose to speak with her. ]

Hmph... "disagreeable" manner?

{ ... }

[ oh my god ]

Is it that bad...? [ bad enough to get on the VULNERABLE LIST? ]

monday evening, conference room

[assuming that after the announcement everyone will flock to the conference room to see what has been taken, she waits until around eight in the evening to go see for herself. she lingers around any item she finds particularly interesting, but anyone who comes in is more likely to standing in front of one specific case.

it holds a necklace with two strands of hair entwined inside the vial, one her own shade of brown and the other jet black. she stands in front of the case for a while, her hand placed on the glass and her expression unreadable. approach?]

wednesday afternoon, pool

[in the middle of the week, she's sitting by the edge of the pool, her boots sitting next to her as she dips her feet in the water. she looks lost in thought, mumbling to herself about something as her legs pedal back and forth carelessly.

if she sees anyone enter, she'll give them a nod, a wave and a smile, but it's also possible she's so focused on whatever it is she's thinking that she doesn't notice anyone who enters.]

The reasons to define vulnerable targets get worse and worse each time.

[Are you getting desperate, Alice?]

Edited 2016-07-05 00:58 (UTC)

Are you feeling okay?

[Shelley had come to see her own, but since Adelina was here...]

Edited 2016-07-05 00:23 (UTC)

Hello, Alice! I may have a request...or maybe all I need is an indication. Is there any limitation to what we can ask for?

[Shelley requires your help, dear]

[she turns to look at shelley, and while she doesn't smile, she nods.]

It's something important to me, but... I will live without it, I suppose. What have they taken from you?

throughout the week, conference room.

[ On the whiteboard, you'll find an anonymous message: ]

Ifmmp. J'e mjlf up tff uifsf't boz jousftu jo b mbohvbhf uibu jto'u npojupsfd. Usz uif qbsmps.

[ It's a simple code. Every letter is replaced with the next letter in the alphabet. If you decode it, it reads: Hello. I'd like to see there's any interest in a language that isn't monitored. Try the parlor.

Looks like it's a coded scavenger hunt. ]

tuesday afternoon, conference room.

[ Adam is here! He waited to avoid the crowd of people because there was only a select amount of things it could be. He didn't own very much. In fact, the item in the case is a hand-me-down. It's a deck of tarot cards that look very worn. A close look might come up with some dirt on them. He looks quite pensive as he tries to read the mess of cards that are face-up. ]

afternoons, archives.

[ Even though he's lost his Life Partner Jason, Adam can still be found in the archives pouring over everything possible. Honestly, just tell him to get lost. ]

[No deeper explanation. Looks like the bottle object may be a bit private]

I haven't checked yet...I'll go see and...

[It's a transparent object, with a photo of Shelley. It resembles a file of sorts, and it's written in a language Shelley doesn't understand at all. No one in the ship would be able to understand it]

...I don't know what this is! What was Alice thinking?

[she approaches shelley's case, peering in to see what it is]

...You can't read it? Perhaps you could ask Alice to translate it for you. I wonder if she would know what it says.

[ following the rather awful diss of her hairstyle, yuno makes the decision that a new style is in order. she's rocking the leia donuts all week long; it seems her shame was great enough that braiding and pinning up her waist length hair is a valuable waste of her time. ]

monday morning, gardens

[ prior to the awful, awful EMBARRASSMENT alice bestows on this poor, sweet, innocent teen, yuno spends her morning gathering some flowers in the garden, and weaving them together. we're getting 2013 tumblr up in here: yuno makes flower crowns, humming to herself and seemingly having a good morning. she's smiling and not stalking someone, so things must be good, right? ]

Oh. Do you want one?

[ by the time she notices she's been spotted, though, yuno has amassed a tiny pile of flower crowns, all varying in sizes. a few seem to be small enough that they go around someone's wrists, in fact. ]

monday evening, conference room

[ yuno has been in here for hours. you most likely have noticed. it's hard to miss someone with pink hair, after all.

what's in the glass case is a picture. her attention has been on it the entire time. with eyes glazed over, she looks lost, disturbed, hurt. the picture looks as though it's been through some tough times. it must have been folded in half at one point, and then taped to something, because there are two clear strips of tape showing in the corners of the simple black frame it's been placed in.

she shakes a little, intermittently, as if suddenly aware of her own body. ]

tuesday afternoon, pool

[ i bet you thought that it was going to be okay. i bet you thought that the pool was safe. i bet you thought that there was no way that the most well known yandere in anime fandom wasn't brutal.

you thought wrong because yuno just launched a beach ball at your head from the middle of the pool. if you look over, she's smiling, and looking very proud of herself. the culprit doesn't seem to give a damn about her misdeeds at all, here. actually... she seems to be having fun? ]

wednesday evening, the elevator corridor outside the daycare

[ oh no.

a bunny mascot is staring you down. judging from it's over the top pose, it looks shocked to have been caught! whoever is wearing it must be having a bad time.

... because they start to run right at you, as smoothly as one can in a mascot costume. ]

Edited 2016-07-05 02:11 (UTC)

Hi, Adam! Found anything that isn't memes?

[Shelley enters casually and greets you! It has been a while, Adam!]

S-Stay away! Oh god, not another giant rabbit!

[Shelley turns around and tries to run away]

She must know, she brought it here. It's weird, I thought she'd get something I'm familiar with.

[There's a sigh of relief]

...at least it seems I won't be tempted by this motive. It's a relief, to be honest.

It does seem strange that she wouldn't choose something that would prove more tempting. But I'm glad to know you won't feel particularly compelled. I feel the same... It has sentimental value, but that doesn't mean it will ever be worth killing for.

[ n...not shelley! she seemed really nice, but, she can't... afford to be seen! yuno can't be seen around this late at night!! it's bad enough!!! aaaaa---!!

sorry, shelley, the bunny just keeps coming, putting it's arms up over it's face. brace for impact, or move, it seems. ]

[ It's been a while because he's been in here ever since it opened. ]

Oh, hey. [ He looks a little tired. ] Not exactly, but even the memes have given me a better idea of what we're looking at here. Combined with the motives they give us, this has to be a way of studying human psychology. Sometimes by memes.

[Good, there are sensible women on board of this ship! Shelley looks at other containers]

There sure are many photos here. Is Alice seriously threatening the lives of the people in the photos? I wouldn't be surprised if she means she'd only destroy the photos and nothing else.

It keeps coming!

[Full panic. Shelley isn't fast enough to get away, and impact happens! She's thrown aside.

This is a bizarre experience. God damn it, what's going on, she wonders]

I just hope that everyone else here realizes that she would only harm the photos. What an awful reason to take somebody's life.

That'd explain the motives. All of them so far seem suited to test our reactions to certain threats. Maybe those who are psychologically stronger will be the ones to survive to the end?

[ As soon as the motive is revealed, Jack, probably like many other people, heads to the conference room to check out just what was picked. He's partially just nosy, and he does spend his time looking around at other peoples' chosen objects, but it's also very clear when he finds his own, since he stops dead in his tracks.

So, what could Handsome Jack consider so precious? A favorite gun, a memento of a particularly grisly kill, or even the sweetest Hyperion swag, since he's all about brand loyalty? It's actually much more simple and sentimental than that.

There's a picture of a young girl in a neat, simple little frame. It's also pretty clear who she may be, because even though she resembles her mother more, there are still facial features that are distinctly Jack's. Unsurprisingly, he doesn't look happy to see it here. He puts a hand on the glass of the case like just being that much closer to it is something comforting. Yet even so, his tone matches his expression in that it's pretty dangerously displeased. ]

...Gotta give whoever's running this show credit. They do their goddamn homework.

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