ROLE - SCIENTIST

[maladied]

Greetings Scientist.

Are you ready to get to work? I certainly hope you are; everyone here is depending on you. After all, your role, your goal is to develop the cure for the raging infection. And if you're not ready to work or don't know where to start, both very understandable, there should be a notebook somewhere that will be of help to you.

Don't worry, you won't have to do this alone. You get to pick an assistant to help you! Maybe even one of those shady figures that go into hiding. Rumor has it that they'll either give you one (1) item to check someone if they are infected or not; it'll take the shape and form of whatever you want. Or, they'll help you create the cure once you know what to do. Isn't that handy?

Except, unfortunately, it's only one or the other. Bummer.

NOTES:
- This is NOT a secret role, however it would be beneficial if you did not make your role public.
- You may request help from one (1) other player and one (1) NPC of your choice. You cannot change your choice.
- If the item is chosen then you may check one (1) player at any point during the week, however, you MUST contact a mod before doing so. The number of players may change depending on outside circumstances.

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NOTEBOOK

[maladied]

WK 0 - PAGE 01 -

[maladied]

PATIENT # 7736f

STATUS: DECEASED

NAME: N█▓O░S D. W░░█▓WO█▓D

AGE: UNKNOWN

HEIGHT: 182cm

WEIGHT: 81kg

DOB: UNKNOWN

ID: 76617368

Reportedly came from a desert planet that lacked any natural resources such as water or plant like. During his transformation, he claimed to have not suspected anything due to his history of allegedly being experimented on as a child. Patient took his own life before he fully transformed and injured any other patients. Before his death, he behaved as a brother-like-figure for the younger patients.

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...................................sorry Needle-Noggin'. I really fucked up. No God's gonna forgive me for this one. Guess ya was right; I was some shitty priest.

cw auditory hallucinations

[siriuspuns]

[ Siffrin reads the note.

over and over.

(An infection? You think of the Vaugardians that have been frozen in time, who wished for you to kill the king. You think of all the loops that you have suffered through, because the Vaugardians forced their sloppily made wish on you.

Now, you realize, that you're here

     alone

             because they also want you to solve their problem for them?

Stars, you really are the cosmic joke of the Universe, aren't you? How many more wishes will you have to fulfill before yours can come true? Will it ever come true? Will you ever see your family members again? Or will you be forever stuck in this new play, with actors that you've never met?)

in his head, he can hear Loop's voice as if they were still in their head like always.

'Aw, stardust, are you missing your little family members so much that you don't want to do one simple task? You're so~ cute when you're pathetic, teehee.'

(Fine. You'll solve this. You'll solve this and kill the king and save Vaugarde...


         BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO OTHER CHOICE!)

with a snarl of frustration, they take the paper and rip it to shreds. ]

YOUR CHOICE

[maladied]

[ as the note (that siffrin destroyed so quickly) stated, they are allowed to decide on and pick which of the shadowy figures, puppets, that they would like to work alongside with for this task. they are also able to pick another character (player) of their choosing as additional help.

please respond with which puppet siffrin would like to work with, and which other character they'd like to work with. the two of them do not need to be decided at the same time, and can be done whenever makes most logical sense. ]

[siriuspuns]

[ …

(You think about the four you’ve talked to. Idly, you consider simply asking whoever made decision to choose someone else; that you won’t follow their script.

But really, Siffrin, what else good are you at if not that?)

…

Rosemary doesn’t feel reliable, while Foxglove felt too gentle. and the thought of Lobelia… well even just that is enough to make them nauseous.

therefore, there’s only one person left to choose from.

(Uou just hope that it annoys Sage almost as nearly as much as it annoys you.) ]

[maladied]

[ The next time Siffrin is in the library alone, there's a familiarly fashionable puppet there.

It looks at them, but doesn't say anything. It wouldn't blame him if he just completely and totally ignores it, after all. ]

[siriuspuns]

[ as if Siffrin would ignore them. they offer the puppet the brightest smile they can manage, bitter and sharp. ]

Hey~! It's so good to see you again.

[maladied]

[ They just...

Get a look, their tone heavy in a way that makes it obvious they don't believe it. ]

Is it?

[siriuspuns]

...

[ thank god this is before Siffrin finds out that Hansa and Anaxagoras are blind or this response would be completely different.

Siffrin's frigid smile cracks like ice when asked, as they pick up the notebook ]

I am. Because now I get to tell you that you guys picked the wrong person for this.

[maladied]

[ The puppet's hand rests on its cheek as it tilts its head. ]

For... what, precisely?

[siriuspuns]

Don't mess with me. I know you must know about this notebook.

[ just gonna go and put it in front of the Sage puppet. ]

[maladied]

[ The puppet pauses, as if frozen for a moment. It seems caught off guard. ]

This is my first time hearing of such a thing. How did you acquire this?

[siriuspuns]

You...don't know?

[ ohhh okay. okay! deep breaths, Siffrin, deep breaths! except even their breaths are way too hurried for them to be considered deep. ]

I- I got this... w-with a note. I-it said something about a cure for an infection that's going around and that I needed to choose someone to help me to make a cure or get something to see if they're infected or not but you don't know? You don't know what I'm talking about so you obviously think I'm crazy now, don't you?

[ (Of course this would happen to you!!! The cosmic joke of the Universe!) ]

[maladied]

[ Yeah those breaths are definitely not helping them… but Sage waits for him to speak. ]

No, I do not believe you to be without reason. Stranger things than the appearance of mysterious notes have occurred, after all.

[ So, they’re good on that front. ]

Besides, the notion of an illness is not… unfamiliar to me.

[siriuspuns]

Oh?

[ Siffrin laughs, bordering on manic. ]

Haha, are you going to tell me now that you know about this mysterious illness that this thing's mentioning?

[ he slams the notebook down on the table. this is so much, and they don't...they can't... but they must! they simply must! ]

If you didn't choose me, then who did?! Rosemary? Foxglove? Or, haha, maybe it's Lobelia that did it, just to see me writhe. Who else is there but one of you guys?!

[maladied]

Take a moment and breathe, Siffrin. Properly.

[ PLEASE…

But Sage’s voice is calm nevertheless. ]

We only know a mere fraction more than you, and as such, I would be surprised were I to discover one of the others slipped you that note. So, for now, allow us to consider that an unknown factor and set it aside until we are able to solve it.

Let us focus on the contents of the note instead.

[siriuspuns]

[ when Sage tells them to breathe, they're practically frozen with the anxiety gripping his heart. he takes a breath in like a drowning man gasping for air, but nothing seems to fill his lungs. they try a second time, this time with a little less desperation, and it's a bit more successful.

slow breaths, Siffrin. deep breaths, Siffrin. inhale, exhale.

they slide into a chair on one of the tables, slumping against the back of it enough that they're half way under the table. there's someone in this group that knows more about the situation than the puppets. a mysterious illness that no one seems to know about that he somehow has to solve.

and he still has to kill the king.

no pressure. ]

What do we do?

[maladied]

[ Does it mean much when a puppet merely sits on the edge of the table near you? That's what Sage does, but offers no more comfort than that. ]

I for one am not wont to run from my troubles, so I say we take what we have been given and use it to our advantage. Regardless of the reason for that note, we can at the very least utilize it.

[ Easier said than done, Sage knows. ]

[siriuspuns]

...

[ Siffrin feels like they should be happy about this, but somehow it just add pressure. and, with it, guilt. they can't make heads or tails about this information, but somehow Sage is already thinking about how to use it for their advantage?

they drag a gloved hand down their face, and wish they could bite at their fingernails. instead, he wrings his hands together.

(What would Loop ask you? When the two of you were under the tree, what was it that they asked?) ]

What... what do we need?

[maladied]

First, we examine what we know. We know of the note you received as well as the notebook.

[ Sage pauses. ]

I believe I may have experience with the infection spoken of in that note. It is our experience with this illness that the four of us share.

[ The puppet bond... ]

[siriuspuns]

So you do know things about this place. Don't you think we should have been told about this?!

[ Siffrin grits their teeth, pushing themselves up to glare at the puppet. ]

What is this about? What did you guys experience?

[maladied]

An illness that strips the identity of the infected away from them, fatal to all who are unfortunate enough to fall ill.

[ Sage looks at them. ]

I have not lied to you, not outright. We did not want to spread panic where it might not be necessary, especially while still wary of you and yours. Our hope is that it has not spread here... wherever "here" may be.

[siriuspuns]

Fatal…?

[ out of all the words that come from Sage, that’s the only one that they hold on to.

he broke through the time loops by coming here. but without his craft, hell, without the loops… does this mean that dying here would be permanent?

(In other words, everything you’ve gone through, all that you’ve suffered would be for ✨nothing!✨) ]

We’re gonna die here, aren’t we? [ their voice is dull. detached. ] You and your friends survived, but we’re going to die just like the people in that notebook.

[maladied]

You leap to conclusions. You know naught of what may happen, and so it is a pointless endeavor to give in to despair.

[ Sorry, Siffrin. They're getting a little bit strict with him over this one. ]

We have time, and we simply must use it wisely.

[siriuspuns]

DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE YOU KNOW ME!

[ they slam their hands down on the table, rising so fast that they knock the chair behind him over. if glares could kill, that puppet would be ashes. ]

You don't know how long I've been working for! You don't know how close I was to killing the King and breaking out of the loops! And this is when the Universe decides to change the script on me? Right at the end?!

[ (Is this the Universe's plan for you? To cut your journey short right at the end? Or was it the Change God who grew bored with you? Perhaps both!) ]

I'm not dying here, I'm not dying here, I AM NOT DYING HERE!