wecouldbe r5 inventory

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KEEPING

Lust in Wonderland: A copy of Alice in Wonderland, except Alice’s name has been replaced with yours. That’s the power of public domain, baby.
Compact: A small compact mirror for applying makeup on the go. This will always help you look your best!
Fresh Bindings: Strips of cotton cloth. They were once commonly used for underwear and bandages. They say when you wrap it around yourself, both body and soul become taut.
Personal Lubricant: A small bottle of some kind of slick gel. It tastes like pineapple. (she's not putting it out for a yard sale and putting herself in the position of having to explain lube to people! also, you never know!!)
Velvet Cape: A full velvet cape, perfect for swishing around and pretending you’re either an old-timey aristocrat or a vampire. Also useful if you wanna get a LARP started in here.
Layering Shears: A specialized set of scissors used to create advanced styling designs. Watch the edges!
Krazy Gloo: Caution, may adhere to skin. Dries instantly.
The Good Stuff: A classy looking bottle with a faded label. It's green.
Taser: Useful for self-defense!
Sling: To throw rock.
Scented Candles: A candle in a glass jar. This one smells like sandalwood.
Aviator Goggles: Adventure is out there!
“Almond Flavoring”: A tightly-sealed vial of some kind of powder with a skull and crossbones on it and a very direct warning label informing the reader that it’s Literally Just Cyanide.
Ring: Inlaid with a strange red gem that brings to mind arcane powers untethered by the laws of physics. Unfortunately, it's plastic. Only a third-rate loser would confuse it for the real thing.
A Weed: A small, shareable bag. CHRIS I'M CALLING NINE-ONE-ONE.

UP FOR TRADE

Muramasa: The strongest weapon ever made. It's great for dungeon diving and lets you warp through walls. Of course, it doesn't actually exist in this reality, so...
Pocketwatch: A gold pocketwatch with writing in unrecognizable script
Body Pillow: A long rectangular pillow, perfect for hugging at night. Can even be a substitute boyfriend, if you need one. (x2)
Canadian Flag: O, Canada....
Thresh Prince Poster: A large poster for an old TV show starring Troll Will Smith.
Monster Finger Puppets: Everyone loves these guys!
Hair Flower: A bright pink flower hair pin.
Harmonica: A silver harmonica.
Disguise Kit: It's just a bag of fake beards.
Hand Bra: Who the heck left this in here? It almost seems like it belongs in a whole other world.
Rockport Signature Potato Chips: A bag of delicious greasy, salty potato chips. How can something so bad for you taste so good?
Small Light: Common wisdom might make you think that shining this light on you will turn you small...but nope. It's just that the light itself is about the size of a matchbox.
Possum Park Hat: A hat that looks like some sort of dead upside-down possum.
"Wizard" Cloak: A kinda cheap feeling purple velvet hooded cloak.
Rubik's Cube: A rotating puzzle cube; try to solve it without just taking all the stickers off and putting them back on.
Sanic the Hawtdawg Plush: An ill-advised tie-in toy to an even more ill-advised movie. The eyes haunt you.
Soft Sherpa Blanket: A very large, very soft blanket. It looks like wool, but it feels like being wrapped in a big warm cloud.
French Flag: A large French flag on a long flagpole. Seems like it'd be fun to wave around.
Inflatable Swimming Pool: A blue rubber swimming pool. Too bad it doesn't come with an air pump to inflate it with.
Sacred Tree Sprig: The branch from a sakaki tree, commonly used in Shinto rituals. It serves as a connection between humans and the gods.
Scocket: Is it a scarf? Is it sock? Is it a blanket? You decide! This one is the color yellow.
Sing-A-Ma-Jig: Your fuzzy singing pal!
Hot Chocolate: A packet of powdered chocolate. Mix it with hot milk or water for a warm, delicious treat.
Non-Descript Golden Man Award: A gold statue of a blank man, sized to be held in one hand! A sign on the bottom says it’s for… Best Grandma? Unfortunately it’s not even made out of gold, it’s just gold-painted bronze.
Golden Toilet Seat: Just what it says on the tin.

GONE

Fruit and nut basket: A large red straw basket filled with oranges, grapefruits, several varieties of apples, pecans, walnuts, and Brazil nuts. Unfortunately, a nutcracker is not included. (eaten, though she's still got the basket)
Shin "Cain or Abel": A painting of Shin with one of his tattoos missing and white flowers growing from a gash in his neck. (hung up in her and shin's joint cabin)
Family Photo: A framed photo featuring a large, varied group of people in what looks to be a mechanical workshop of some kind. At the center is Penny, group-hugging an older man in some kind of robotic wheelchair and a very awkward, confused looking girl with silver hair. (returned to penny)
Senzu Beans: They say the legendary senzu bean can sustain a person for a full day, and heal all wounds! Too bad this is just a pack of licensed jelly beans. (dropped off at anna's peace weekend party)
Piragua: A tasty shaved ice treat, sweetened with the flavor of orange. Perfect for a sweltering summer day. (eaten)
A Gallon of Seawater: Literally just some seawater spills out onto the floor. Why this? (self-explanatory)
Ring of the Lucii: An ornate ring bearing the image of a god and a shard of crystal. (given to orthrus after trial 1)
Bath Bomb: A ball of tightly-compressed powder wrapped in vacuum-sealed plastic. This one turns the water into an opaque swirl of purple, blue, and silver glitter like a galaxy. (just straight-up thrown into the lake on week 2)
Rose Hip Tea: An herbal tea said to promote beauty and wellness. You can somehow sense its essential elegance... (this is schrodinger's gone and moriarty may or may not have it)
Pregnant Loser Self-Pitying Pie (Flambe): A mincemeat pie with a rolled oats crust. It's...on fire?! (she really just left this in the library on wednesday week 3, actively on fire)
Banana Peel: Careful you don't slip on it. (and also this!)
Jumbo Turkey Leg: It's so greasy, but so good. (chucked at slimer for distraction purposes)

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THE SINGULAR DEADLETTER (please clap) (also vague spoilers for the fma manga inherent to a bad end)

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If anyone chooses to check out A2 in the aftermath of the fourth trial, they'll find this letter sitting on Lust's nightstand. Given her intended audience and his bigass clawed hands, it seemed stupid to bother using anything as delicate as an envelope, but she has folded the thick kraft paper (straight from the crafts building) so that the contents aren't immediately visible! All that is visible, written in her recognizable cursive, is a message reading This is for Deathsaurus' eyes only. Anyone else, find him and mind your own business, won't you?

My friend,

If you're reading this, my current status is obvious. I shouldn't need to tell you that since this letter exists at all, I was a victim of circumstance, not a culprit, but if there was ever a moment of doubt—I was, and you know why. I don't expect the others to come to that conclusion easily, though, especially not if there's more than one body. Really, if there wasn't an hour or two of wild speculation punctuated by singing, I'd be a little disappointed.

Regardless of how the trial went, chances are high that it's over now, and low that anyone else here is going to be too broken up over my absence. Aziraphale might make an effort for propriety's sake, but the only real exceptions I can imagine are Barry and Akane. Tell them what they want to hear; I can't say it matters at all to me. And it would be nice if I could write, "oh, and now that I'm dead, here's everything C.M. confessed to me in our private correspondence," but the truth is that I only spoke to him once. It was on the first week. He'd seen our pasts and was open to the idea of a collaboration when I brought it up—one I never actually actually proposed. It may have been a mistake not to try, but something about delivering a "pitch" on fomenting discord to that smug face was too much. In short, I got nothing useful out of it. I would suggest one of you follow through where I didn't, but the sad truth is that he's more cowardly than he is stupid.

There's no grand message of hope to impart to the others, naturally. Even the simplest of them should realize by now that I'm not that kind of girl. But I do believe, despite everything, that this hopeless group of petty, soft-hearted idiots will succeed in the end. If that's not the case, and only a few of this group escape intact, don't think of anything as ridiculous as letting my family know. After "Selim", maybe this won't come as a surprise—we were born of the same father, after all—but even though I never outright lied, I haven't been completely honest with you about us. The truth is that things at home aren't as unilateral a success as I implied. Our plan was completed, yes, but not without complications. F There was a counterattack laid right underneath our noses, and in the end, it almost worked. Now the nation is in ruins, and our creator needs more power desperately. If News of my death would mean nothing to him but a loss in raw material, and revealing yourself couldn't possibly go well.

And I don't intend to let that happen to you. There's no harm in admitting that much, circumstances being what they are. I said it was rare for Pride to give anyone his regard on the first day, but the truth is that it's much the same for me. There were only a handful of individuals I had even the slightest respect for last time, and just one who actually saw me for who I was. When I woke up on the beach, company like yours wasn't even a possibility. The best I could reasonably expect was for at least one to see me, and not look away.

[ There's an entire two or three sentences that have been scribbled over to the point of complete illegibility! Eventually, she appears to give up and just start a new paragraph entirely. ]

You've been far more than that. My apologies for rambling on like this, not to mention leaving on such short notice, but it seems like it just can't be helped. Scold me for it when we're all back on the other side, alright? Before that day, if you need a little help making an impression, check under the beds. And if you're going for the easy way out, you can always follow me to Wonderland.

[ Under Shin's bed, for the record, are explosives! The second piece of advice is a bit more oblique, but she does have her own little edition of Charactername in Wonderland sitting on her bedside table. Opening it up and flipping a few pages forward will reveal the hollow she's carved into the insides of the book; inside is her little vial of clown-granted cyanide. She's even included dosing instructions of her own design on the inside of the back cover. ]

That said, I'd prefer it if you didn't try paying a visit, even if the dead have no choice in the matter. Until it's all over, your face isn't one I want to see. Live on. Learn what the truth behind this game is, and wipe every single one of its architects from the face of the earth. And know that wherever I am, what I'm doing to the one who killed me is so much worse than anything McLean has in store.





Oh, and I almost forgot. Give Brain the sweets.