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!

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SUNDAY

[bathymetric]

[mouflon]

[ Without anything more important to do in this place, Rin has, regrettably, settled into a routine. After waking up, she heads to the gym, dressed in a breezy outfit that was returned to her by the vending machine. It's honestly a little creepy to think about, knowing the Professor has gone through her things on top of everything else. So, she tries not to, keeping her attention on the cycling machines and small weights.

Afterwards, she moves to the dining area. Evidently, whatever is in the kitchen is having trouble getting the food to her exact specifications. It doesn't seem like a particularly complicated meal, but— ]

Are you even listening to me? I said to put more hot sauce on it.

[ There is, to the eyes of an average person, more than enough hot sauce there already. And yet.

In the evening, she can be found in the laundry room, washing what has become her sweaty gym clothes. If someone else enters, she looks up from where she has been sitting on the floor, her back to a washing machine, to ask, ]

Have you found anything yet?

dining area;

[valentinus]

[ ...Dear Shiva, that was a lot of hot sauce there. Enough for him to be perturbed she's asking for more. ]

How is that not enough?

[mouflon]

It keeps messing up my order when I ask for anything with real spices, so this is the next best thing.

laundry

[emberserker]

Well, the vault door goes to an elevator, so you may be right about something being inside the plateau.

[mouflon]

[ Rin's lazy posture visibly perks up at that. ]

What, really? How'd you find that out?

Dining Area

[drladysounds]

They must be doing this incorrectly out of spite.

[Poor cooks, having to deal with this bunch of kooks in this underwater base. No wonder they'd refuse to do what's asked of them]

[mouflon]

Do you think it's actually a real person back there? We never see them, so it could just as easily be a robot with some kind of rudimentary AI.

[ Though, if that was the case, she would like to think it would be better at recipes that are more obscure!!! ]

Laundry room

[bolderfell]

[Well, hello to you, too.]

Like what?

[Therion wanders towards the other side of the room like they're not holding a conversation.]

[mouflon]

[ Honestly, the distance suits her fine. ]

Like... Anything about this facility that isn't immediately apparent. I'm not hoping for a way out, obviously, but anything that could be a clue toward finding one is a step forward.

laundry room

[fivestagegod]

[Birkin is going to be here because he just kind of hangs out in here sometimes, it's generally quiet and he's a fucking weirdo anyway so it's fine, probably. So it's not likely much of a surprise that he's back this evening; he doesn't mind the company if she doesn't, and he jumps back onto one of the unused machines and settles there with his notes, as one does.]

I was considering asking you the same question.

[mouflon]

No luck on my end, unfortunately. I've talked to a couple of people who have turned something up, though, and I figured it'd be good if we all pooled our knowledge.

dining area

[precognit]

You should be careful. You're going to end up with a nasty case of heartburn later on...

[Alice is just passing through, but whew that's a lot of hot sauce.]

[mouflon]

Thanks for the concern, but I'm a professional.

dining area

[onefuture]

[...You know, there's a lot that he could say to this, because Rin. What the hell. Are you trying to burn off your own tongue here?]

...Exactly how much hot sauce does one person need?

[Listen. Lif has never been particularly tactful and he's not sure if he's impressed or mildly judgemental. Some mix of both.]

[mouflon]

Enough to give it some flavor.

[ YOU ARE ALL WEAK. WEEEEAK. ]

laundry room

[thieviusraccoonus]

Well, that's what I'm trying to do.

[So says the raccoon man who hasn't formally introduced himself yet.]

One of the rooms around here has got to have a secret passage, or something.

[mouflon]

I mean, there are at least two not-secret doors we haven't been able to get open yet. You don't need a secret passage so long as the only one who can unlock it is you.

[ Man, she still isn't over the talking animals. She watches him from where she's seated on the floor. ]

dining area

[pimpplan]

Did you at least try it before you asked for more hot sauce on it?

[ Does hot sauce exist where he comes from? Who knows. He is watching the process with a morbid sense of curiosity, though. ]

[mouflon]

Like I need to. If you can't tell by looking, that just means you aren't on my level.

Dining Area

[ladygeryon]

I wonder if they even have hot enough sauce. [Nira has ordered some lasagna this time, and also frowning at the lack of spice.]

Investigation

[bolderfell]

[New week, new you! Actually, no, pretty much the same you. Here's Therion, still wearing his nasty traveling clothes, still never out before noon, still taking as much advantage of Rule 4 as he can. Today he's starting in the men's restroom. What are these rooms even for. They have these flushing things in their rooms, don't they? Why are there extra out here?

Also, he finally enters the fitness room with the intention of using some of this junk. Nothing that moves by itself, of course. He doesn't need to look the fool all the time. But he doesn't need to know how electricity works to do a pull-up. After pulling himself through only a couple, though, he drops lightly down once more--but it's just to remove his scarf and cloak. His clothing underneath is much lighter, even if now the shackle on his wrist is exposed to anyone who happens to come in.

Whatever. Everyone already knows he's a thief. Who cares. What matters is swinging himself up on top of the pull-up bar to get a birds-eye view of the whole room--now his personal jungle gym.]

Investigation

[bathymetric]

[ Well, for the most part, it seems to just be a restroom, at least upon first glance! The toilets are weird, but they're just toilets - anywhere else Therion wants to look? ]

Investigation!

[fivestagegod]

[...Okay, you know what, Birkin tends to write notes in here and generally just spends time with the washing machines like a total goddamn weirdo, so while he's in the laundry room this morning doing exactly that he decides that since he's going to be in here anyway he might as well investigate it a bit. He admittedly doesn't quite know where to start, because machines are actually not particularly his thing, but he figures that as long as he doesn't have to dismantle one that's probably fine. So he'll be in here looking around this morning, probably no big deal and generally no weirder than usual, and at least there's no risk of him setting a Vermeer on fire! Probably.

Anyway.

So he's just kind of...in there today, but he can be found elsewhere from time to time. Largely in the tunnels, wandering around looking at the fish and generally seeming pretty calm if a bit restless; once the nighttime hours fall, he can be found in the kitchen, though, going through anything they have out that might be prepackaged and taking a decent amount of it. He usually doesn't eat with the rest of you; he'll get coffee, sure, but anything else is rare if it happens at all. The after-hours stuff is apparently free real estate, though, sure.]

Investigation!

[bathymetric]

[ The Birth of Venus is in the washing machine, time for Birkin to destroy a national treasure-

No, alright, there aren't any paintings in here. Where's he starting? ]