WEEK 2

[bathymetric]

So far, good news! You've managed to avoid killing! A week has passed in the facility, but how many more are there to go until one of you tries out Rule Seven? I mean.... we know, but.

No new areas just yet, it remains you guys and yours here for now. Well, and Angel, but again - you don't exactly see her unless you want to. It's more than a little lonely... maybe someone ought to shake things up.



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[ ooc: Welcome to Week 2, your first case week! Remember to turn in regains here, your AC for last week here, and if you like, come visit Angel's office hours here!

Comments

[bogwife]

Trade you. [She takes the glass Della gives her and hands her one of her wine.] Shall we go on three?

[nothingcanstop]

[ Let's go for it!! ]

One, two...

[bogwife]

Three! [She downs the malort without a second thought- and immediately regrets as the bitterness slaps her straight in the taste buds.] -Oh. Oh. Oh that's bad, actually.

[nothingcanstop]

[ On the other hand, Della smacks her bill together, licking the residue up. ]

Juicy! ...Heh, I guess you got the raw end of the deal here, huh?

[bogwife]

Blugh. I've had worse but you were not kidding, that's- hm, well, now it's not so bad. The aftertaste isn't terrible? Somehow.

[nothingcanstop]

Ehhh? EHhhhhh? [ She- oh, can't really nudge anyone except around the waist but it's fine. ] That's the appeal! It's awful! Except when it's not! The burn's soooo good.

[bogwife]

It sort of- is it weird it reminds me of the terrible whiskey my Papa Jaeger drinks? [Against her better judgement she tilts the cup back into her mouth again, drinking down the last few drops and grimacing all over again.] Oof- yeah, that's Papa.

[nothingcanstop]

Sounds like a man with good taste. [ Stop encouraging her... ] Whiskey, that sounds nice right about now... Probably a little more classy than this place goes. Unless you know how to make that, too.

[bogwife]

He somehow still had a sense of taste. [She thinks.] If you can find me a barrel and enough grains I can certainly have a go at it.

[nothingcanstop]

That vending machine's got a lot of crap in it. Surely something grain-like'll pop out eventually.