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!

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MOTIVE

[bathymetric]

[ It’s about noon when, from seemingly everywhere in the facility at once on account of the number of apparent speakers, The Professor’s voice chimes in, breaking up whatever it was all the Test Subjects happen to be doing. ]

Not to be too demanding, but if you value your safety and security, I would recommend making your way to the meeting room within the next ten minutes.

[ The sight within the meeting room is familiar, though the same strange spiral remains on the screen from the start of whatever’s going on. Angel is already here, standing in the corner and looking deeply uncomfortable.

Once everyone has gathered and the ten minutes have passed, The Professor clears his throat. ]

Greetings, test subjects. I hope you’ve had a lovely week, scurrying about in your little maze. Or trying to take an axe to its walls, in some cases, very good. I love the... energy.

But the first phase of the experiment, I’m afraid, has come to a close. You see, there are things within my power set forth by the rules that I can do to encourage you all along - and I do plan to. After all, the purpose of this exercise is to bring out a more interesting side of you, and that can’t well happen while you’re all cozying up to each other in there. So, since I am sure you would all agree I am a magnanimous man, I’m going to provide you with what all good murderers need: a push.

[ Angel starts to walk around the room, quietly handing each test subject a small red envelope with their name on it. She makes eye contact with absolutely no one during this time. ]

Inside each of these envelopes my lovely assistant has for you is your deepest, darkest secret - or at least as close as I could get. If you would prefer that this not become common knowledge both here and in your worlds, I would suggest you enact Rule Seven by… oh, Friday ought to give at least one of you enough time, I imagine?

Think on it, won't you?

[ And with that, the screen clicks off. Angel, for her part, has already ducked back into her office, leaving all of you alone with… well, some surprisingly accurate information you probably really hoped your captors didn’t have. ]

[emberserker]

[At the mention of the axe incident, Anna glares around the room at anyone who might say anything about it. She doesn't open her envelope, however.]

It's not as if he doesn't know everything else.

[philoxenia]

[ She looks pretty uncomfortable, but she hasn't opened her envelope. ]

True... but I admit I'm a little curious about his wording. [ Which is when she opens hers, and-- what she reads isn't exactly what she expects. Her expression shifts into one of pure confusion. ] ... This isn't right.

[bolderfell]

[What, he's not going to say anything.]

[bolderfell]

[Therion's leaning against the wall by the door. It makes for a quick exit; once he's handed his envelope, he opens it, reads it, pockets it without much change in expression, and lets himself out.]

[lovelikeyou]

[Rose doesn't open her envelope. She just bolts from the room as soon as the screen clicks off, seemingly already on the verge of tears.]

[hardnosed]

[ HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM ]

[drladysounds]

[Shelley Winters opens her envelope and reads the content inside. Uuuh...]

Uh, Professor? Mister? Sir? I think you got mine mixed up with someone else's...

[The secret in that envelope doesn't seem familiar to it, but the content is unnerving because of what it says. The screen clicks off without Shelley receiving an answer.

With a very puzzled but nervous expression, Shelley walks away, clutching the secret in one hand]

[hardnosed]

[ Hesitation is weakness. Jasper doesn't waste any time in ripping her envelope open, leaving some shreds of red paper on the floor. She reads the paper, and her lip curls. Still, there's one moment in time where she looks taken off-guard by the contents, just a second where it looks like something might actually have gotten to her.

She rips the paper in half, closes her fist on it, and — okay, and at this point Rose runs out so she doesn't actually say anything confrontational, but the disdainful ch she makes before stomping out, at a regular pace, communicates most of what she was going for anyway. ]

[onefuture]

[Lif's tense the entire time that the envelopes are being passed out; he's got a pretty good idea of some of the things that could be in his, and he's pretty damn quiet the entire time the Professor is talking. There's plenty of remarks he could make about this, and a lot of other things, but...

Lif quietly and calmly dismisses himself after the little show, heading back towards his room.]

[baitless]

[...given the stuff that they already went ahead and put on his profile, Seteth is entirely certain he knows what's in his, but... damn it. Damn it...]

...This...

...no, I'm sure he doesn't care what would happen, does he.

[JUST DESTABILIZE AN ENTIRE NATION THAT IS ALREADY AT WAR WHY DON'T YOU]

[archboxer]

Of course not. A blasphemer rarely does.

[baitless]

[...he kind of wonders what could possibly be in Rhea's letter to get that specific reaction, but like.]

I know not to expect any better, at the very least...

[archboxer]

[What is a pope, Seteth? A miserable pile of secrets.]

He certainly has quite a network of information. That is the kindest thing I can say.

[baitless]

Indeed. I really have to wonder how he would have come across these sorts of things, but I suppose that is not our immediate concern...

[archboxer]

He likely has been talking to Miss von Hresvelg, at least in our case.

[...She doesn't know for certain but she knows that it's possible that the imperial family still Knew things.]

[baitless]

I do wonder about that, admittedly. Everything we have learned about the Flame Emperor’s allies seems... concerning, and that is only taking into account what you would be familiar with.

[archboxer]

It would make an unfortunate amount of sense if this Professor is the sort who would align himself with such people.

[thieviusraccoonus]

[Sly accepts the envelope from Angel with a small nod, turning it over between two fingers. But it's not what's most on his mind right now, no, he's looking at everyone else. Gauging their reactions. Once the screen turns off, he pockets the unopened motive and makes his quiet exit.

So much for things staying relatively peaceful.]

[archboxer]

[Knowing what Seteth has on his profile she can guess what's in her's but... She takes a look and.]

So this is the sort of person our host is. I see.

[She leaves quickly but there is a very distinct growl to her voice.]

[blackmass]

[Kirei opened his envelope...then sighed, rolled his eyes, and pocketed the enclosed letter.]

[Really, now.]

[valentinus]

...Hmph.

[ He'll tear his up, no thanks. ]

[bogwife]

[Zerinda's jaw visibly clenches the moment she's handed her envelope. She opens it carefully, reads the note and then crumples the paper in her hands before shoving it into the pocket of her skirt and hurrying back to her room.]