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.



SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[ 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

[onefuture]

[...There's something about Della's energy that's making him smile, even if it's not something that can be seen due to. You know, facial whatnot.

Either way, he'll get up--Lif's already set out the stuff for free taking, so it's not like he's gonna miss it if it gets stolen.]

You know what? I'm inclined to agree. Let's go.

[He's absolutely getting caught up in the moment, but you know what? Screw it. He'll at least try to be careful with it, at any rate. Lead the way, Della!]

[nothingcanstop]

[ She does a little fist pump. Hell yeah! ]

Now, that's what I'm talkin' about! C'mon, let's go bother that chef first, huh? They've gotta have some cooking alcohol back there.

[onefuture]

That sounds like a plan. Perhaps he'll have the apple flavored delight that we seek; I'm most looking forward to it.

[Gods, Della's so enthusiastic and cute. Let's go off to the kitchen then, surely Mr. Chef will be nice enough to give us the Goods!!]

YO LYNDON

[nothingcanstop]

Maybe a brandy--oh, nerp, brandy might be a bit too much for ya.

[ Anyway, once they're there Della just kind of...boosts herself up as you do and leans up on like...part of the conveyor belt. ]

Eeexcuse me, sir! Got a special request for you, chop chop!

[bathymetric]

Eh? Alright, alright, just stop leaning on my dang conveyor belt.

[onefuture]

[...Oh gods, Della. Bless you, alright. Lif manages a bit of a chuckle, but he'll speak up (and not lean on the conveyer belt because he's like, two Dellas tall, it's fine!)]

Ah, yes. We were hoping that you might be able to supply us with some...apple-flavored alcohol, of some sort? Della may have a better idea of something more specific.

[Lif has no idea what sort of alcohol to ask for, after all, help him duck mom--]

[nothingcanstop]

[ It's okay, she got you. ]

A cocktail! Sweet, fruity, like a...like, the lightest thing you have!

[ ...How is that any more descriptive, Della- ]

[bathymetric]

Eh... most of what we got back here is for cooking. We got some cider, though, that close enough? I could... I dunno, mix it with some Sprite or something?

[nothingcanstop]

[ She scoffs. ]

What? No, no, no! We're looking for something with taste, something nice! Not...cider mixed with Sprite!

[ I DEMAND TO SEE YOUR MANAGE oh wait we fucking hate that guy. ]

[onefuture]

[oh my god please don't karen the poor man--]

Is it really that bad?

[...Of course he's asking that, Lif sounds so legitimately confused. What's a sprite?? It must just be some kind of drink and we're not like, killing a fairy to make him a drink or something right...]

[nothingcanstop]

It's basic. If it was Pep, that'd be one thing [ what the fuck is pep della you can't just say things use your words-- ] but Sprite is a clearly inferior drink, and besides it doesn't even mix well!

[ ........you've tried this haven't you, della duck. ]