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Who: Miata and the moles
What: REBELLION.....the very very quiet version
When: Week 0, Thursday night

[ At midnight, the televisions in the rooms of the chosen players will go off, loud enough to wake them if they're sleeping. Just like before, it fades out into a solid gray background, though this time with a recognizable voice speaking. ]

Hey, meet up by the basement steps in the next half-hour. This is important. Do not tell anyone.

[ Anyone currently sharing their room with someone will instead hear the voice echoing in their heads as if through a loudspeaker--and unable to be heard by the other occupants of the room.

By the time the first person arrives, Miata is already sitting at the bottom of the steps, looking anxious. ]

...go ahead inside.

[ she gestures to the basement door ]

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[ Telling anyone is the least on Inaba's mind, especially as she can practically hear the urgency in the voice. As much as she feels that she might regret this, but she's going in. Mistakes are going to be made.

Or, you know, maybe not. ]

...So what exactly is this about?

[ One of these days, the TV is not going to startle her. But today isn't one of those days (nights), so Alisha will just take a minute - or twenty-eight - to settle herself and her thoughts, reach a decision... and act on it.

Which is why she shows up, glancing at Miata with no small amount of confusion. ]

That's what I'd like to know, myself.

If it's dead bodies, I'm out.

[ Nothing like being woken up by the TV from every horror movie ever telling you to go to the basement, the body-dumping murder grounds of very horror movie ever.]

Desperation, mostly.

[ Miata stands up, but doesn't follow them into the room yet. She'll wait for the other two before explaining the situation fully.

That said, the basement contains-- ]

[ --well actually it contains a whole lot of things.

It's huge for one, taking up the entirety of the upstairs floor plan and then some. Concrete floors and walls mixed with fluorescent lighting give it a very warehouse-like feel. Various items are stockpiled wall-to-wall in the western end of the basement--racks of rifles and pistols with ammunition, grenades, and what appear to be bulletproof vests are probably the most noticeable. Next to them are boxes upon boxes of canned and preserved food, cartons of bottled water, and a very small fridge/stove combo.

Miscellaneous boxes and objects lay near the entrance. Clothes that fit in with the style of everyone's wardrobes are tossed in a heap, most of them ripped or bloodstained. There are ladders, ropes, and spare blankets, and flashlights and candles, mixed with more out-of-place things like numerous cans of red paint, a block of wood with multiple chunks missing, and buckets of salt.

On the east end of the basement, however, is a very normal-looking couch, table, and chairs. A wheeled chalkboard rests to the side of it, overlooking a slightly faded chalk pattern on the floor. ]

[And here's Lithuania, not quite late, but a little later than the others--since she'd hesitated about following the instructions to the letter. She'd wanted to tell Poland, of course. But, well, if it put either of them in danger to do so, she would rather not, and so here she is. At least she has Laima.

And, wow, are those guns and grenades and bulletproof vests?]

Goodness. [Hello friends.]

[ Desperation? She can't help but raise brows at those words, folding her arms over her chest as she eyes everyone here, taking note at who exactly everyone is. ]

Is it in regards to this town... or this game? [ She eyes the bulletproof vests with interest. Maybe she can add that to her inventory later. ]

[ Alisha's quiet for now, taking in everything. The other ladies who have been called down here - this can't be for that fabled Girls' Talk time, can it? - and what the basement contains. She's hardly familiar with things like flashlights and bulletproof vests, grenades... but it's the symbol on the floor that draws her attention as she steps closer to it. ]

... Is this everyone you wished to speak to?

[ And if so, why just them? ]

No. There's one more, but...

[ Miata squints and looks up the stairs one more time before huffing and marching into the basement, locking the door behind her ]

Figures he'd be a no-show. Dunno what else I expected.

[ addressing Inaba: ]

A bit of both. Shit's gonna start hitting the fan really fast. You've noticed the footsteps, right?

[ oh my god why!!

guess who... saw the message on the tv, just thought it was a dream, threw a pillow at the tv in response and went to go back to sleep --

but then remembered he was in murdertown and that it was all probably real. SO YEAH. have a rhys, knocking on the door and shout-whispering from the other side. ]

Hey! Heeeeeeeyyy! Come on, let me in. I fell asleep! Come on, door. Open for meeee.

[ SHE JUST ABOUT JUMPS OUT OF HER SKIN, THANKS

Miata even goes so far as to pull out a fucking gun from some nebulous hammerspace portion of her foofy blouse. ]

Son of a bitch.

[ And the basement is soundproofed as well, so she'll take her time getting her frustrations out: ] Useless little...of-fucking-course.

[ jfc Miata please don't kill the innocent (debatable???) soul. Unless, you know. He tries to kill them.

Except this guy is on her Least Likely to Kill list, so she isn't surprised at all. ]

Seriously... [ Just going to run a hand through her face because of course the only male one is a bumbling idiot (questionable? maybe?) instead of someone decently smart. Whatever. ] I heard the footsteps, but I thought that was just me being paranoid. What exactly was it?

[ Good to know that they're actually real and she's not going crazy, thanks. ]

[ At least the basement wasn't full of ~~smuppets~~ dead bodies. But she is curious about the pile of jacked up clothes. Well, and the guns (is there any laser rifles) but she sometimes has priorities. ]

Crap, is this the Weenie Hut Jr club? [ She's okay if it is, but there better be hats if so. ]

The what? [Sadly Lithuania missed the Make Fun of Rhys Funtime Hour. Also, she's bad at getting jokes. Double also, but unrelated to the previous also, why is this room full of children (and Rhys)? Sure, they're teenagers, and Miata is twenty, but that's not old at all!]

...I'm not sure if I should be glad the footsteps are real or not.

No. It's just that no one's gonna suspect a nerd like him.

[ or she's actually a sadist and wants to keep picking on him...one or the other

Miata tucks the gun away and goes to unlock the door. ]

...just get in here already.

[ because rhys doesn't actually have enough skill to trip on stairs that are not there -- he's just going to pause mid-knock. his eyes flick between miata and then the group behind her before kind of huffing and stomping on in.

which doesn't really work so much when he's not wearing shoes. enjoy his dumb socks. ]

Yeah, okay. So this isn't suspicious at all.

Of course not. We're just having a party. We ate all the refreshments, though, tough luck.

[ said very flatly. Miata closes the door behind him and quickly locks it. She spends a moment observing the...fine assortment of character assembled before her before sighing and walking towards the chalk board. ]

Have a seat, if you want. This'll take a while.

[ Gesturing to the couch and chairs ]

If this is a party at Weenie Hut Jr. I feel like I got jipped. I want my refund.

[ Her voice is dripping with sarcasm as she takes a seat, straightening herself out. ]

So, let's get straight to the point where you tell us what's going on.

What do you want your refund in, lost sleep?

[ Takes a seat as well. Let's do this let's have this weird basement meeting of creepiness. ]

[ She'll just settle on the couch, listening intently. But also... ]

What is a weenie hut, exactly...?

[Oh, good, she's not the only one who didn't understand that. Lithuania nods to Miata at the suggestion of sitting and takes a chair; Laima settles by her feet.]

[ meanwhile rhys is just going to toss himself down on the couch next to alisha and fold his arms over his chest. he glances at her and then back at the rest of them before sighing. ]

A joke they keep using and assuming everyone in the room knows what that is. Sorry, kids! Some of us here are from 2871 and don't care about your outdated humor.

It's not outdated, it's retro.

[ pause ]

Also I think it has somethin' to do with some kids cartoon with a talking sponge, but fuck if I know.

Ah, America watches that! [She gets the reference now! Kind of! She knows where it's from, anyway! That doesn't happen that often! She only belatedly realizes that this conversation isn't really the point of this, and flushes.] I--ahem--What did you want to talk to us about, Miss Miata?

You're all invited to Mega Weenie Monday, which is now on Sunday.

[ She doesn't even care, humor is how she's dealing with this stressful situation ]

...orrrrr, more seriously, I'm going to try to wreck this insane game from the inside. Being that I'm not omniscient, unlike our resident Black Curtain, I'll need a little help. I'm a piss poor public speaker, so this might get a little rambly. Bear with me.

[ She picks up a piece of chalk and begins writing on the board.]

{ REBELLION? }

She's a really powerful sorcerer, that's her powerset. The most important one is the omniscience thing--she uses a combination of pyromancy and scrying to keep her eyes on you guys at pretty much all times. That's also how she got the information on your profiles. Because of that, I can't tell you as much about the game as I want to. There's definitely a risk of her noticing something is off. Things you guys shouldn't know, or too many of you working together in the first place--why I could only pick five of you, too.

{ Pyromancy & scrying = sees fucking everything }

As for how this little rebellion would go...I'll be honest with you. We won't be able to prevent any of the murders. Even some of you might end up kicking it. Her influence is way too strong, and I've seen it in action. But, I've got reason to believe death isn't the end.

{ Ghosts and shit }

She brought a few other people here before you all, as experiments to test how dimensional magic would work. They both ended up dying, but I've caught glimpses of them walking around the hotel. This town is haunted as balls. [ So poetic. ] The few times I've gotten a look at her spellbook, she does have a couple rituals to resurrect the dead. If the soul is there, all you need is a vessel to draw it back to the physical world. So while avoiding death would obviously be better, you're not completely screwed if you get involved in a tragic bonfire accident.

{ Don't ask me to explain black magic oh my god }

The problem here is the huge-ass difference in talent. She's been practicing magic since she was a kid, and I've only picked it up a few weeks ago, entirely in an effort to oppose her. So from a combination of the scrying thing and her being a way better wizard than me, I can't automatically resurrect everyone who dies. That'll take time. I need to actually study this shit, and in a place where she won't find me.

[ Miata gestures to the faded magic sigil on the floor. ]

So, here's my proposal. You guys give me a hand, be my eyes and ears, and help me assemble shit to eventually do this bigass resurrection ritual. Depending on how things go, I've got a couple plans for when only seven people remain. In the meantime, I'm gonna play along as her mouthpiece, do as much as I can to help you guys within reason, and attempt to learn 13 years of magic study in a few months.

It's a huge, huge risk, but with enough hard work I think it'll pay off. We can't let her finish this. The problem isn't only her killing off 29 people, but what's going to happen when those 29 people are all dead.

I'll give you guys a few days to think about it if you need it, but please don't tell anybody or you'll really be throwing me under the bus. What do you say?

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