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bathymetric) wrote in unknownseas2020-04-19 01:58 am
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WEEK 3
Well, the tail end of Week 2 could have gone better. That's the first thing to note.
The second thing is... hang on, should it be Week 3 yet? You've all gone to sleep (or... not, in the case of anyone who doesn't), but when you wake up (and you do all wake up), the calendar and clock on your device informs you that it's Sunday. In-character, all characters explicitly have absolutely no memory of Saturday.
Your sense of time isn't the only thing that's changed - a new branch of the facility has opened and become active overnight, giving you new resources and places to investigate, should you so choose. There's also a new channel on the television, though whether it's an improvement over the last one is questionable.
Otherwise, though, things have mostly settled into normalcy again, or at close to normal as you can find in this place. How long that peace will last, though... that's becoming increasingly uncertain, moving forward.
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[ ooc: Welcome to Week 3! Turn in last week's AC over here, and regains remain over this way! And for the sake of consistency, Angel's office hours remain over yonder! ]
The second thing is... hang on, should it be Week 3 yet? You've all gone to sleep (or... not, in the case of anyone who doesn't), but when you wake up (and you do all wake up), the calendar and clock on your device informs you that it's Sunday. In-character, all characters explicitly have absolutely no memory of Saturday.
Your sense of time isn't the only thing that's changed - a new branch of the facility has opened and become active overnight, giving you new resources and places to investigate, should you so choose. There's also a new channel on the television, though whether it's an improvement over the last one is questionable.
Otherwise, though, things have mostly settled into normalcy again, or at close to normal as you can find in this place. How long that peace will last, though... that's becoming increasingly uncertain, moving forward.
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[ ooc: Welcome to Week 3! Turn in last week's AC over here, and regains remain over this way! And for the sake of consistency, Angel's office hours remain over yonder! ]
SUNDAY
Investigation! (Oh no.)
He doesn't recognize half these things, but that doesn't stop him from picking up power tools, hefting them in his hands, and turning them over and around to study them. It definitely doesn't stop him from noting where a hand is supposed to fit around the grip of a drill, pointing it away from him, and pulling the trigger.
VRR--!]
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[He drops it. It stops screaming. He stares at it on the floor. And then he grins the widest, wildest smile he's yet to crack in this hellhole.
Coincidentally, he can be seen next in the vending machine room, putting on protective goggles as he eyes the western wall.
When he's done with that, he'll be investigating all four public restrooms now available. Yes, the ladies' rooms. Yes, the one where he found a knife in the toilet. This is just what he does now. He is bathroom man.]
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investigation!
Later that morning, though, it's off to the dining area, where Anna grabs why are you eating an entire grilled chicken for breakfast. There is no way she can finish that. Honestly, she's probably just doing it out of spite.
And in the multi-faith chapel, she takes one step in there, stands around for a bit, and immediately turns on her heel.]
Oh, really.
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What the fuck. Is that a new area? Is this some kind of screwed-up reward for what they did on Friday? She absolutely hates it, and even though she's glad for the rooms that are here, it feels... sour. Ugh. So she decides to take a walk around area B, Daisy in tow, to try and settle herself before she goes into any of the rooms.
In the art room, she decides to investigate before she gets into any projects--she had told Anna she'd do so. Is there anything hidden on the shelves, in the supplies, any unfinished projects tucked into a corner? After that, though, she grabs a few canvases and gets to work. Whatever she's working on, she looks like she's concentrating very hard... and she's got her facility-provided phone out with the profiles up, which she glances at every so often.
Around late afternoon she realizes she should, uh, probably eat? So she heads to the dining area. She sets out a pot of tea or several for others to grab, if they so wish, but she's here only a little while (long enough to chat, perhaps) before she heads back to the art room. She's... not as out of it as she was on Friday, but she's still pretty down.
Still... with something to occupy her time, it's certainly a little easier. She doesn't come out of the art room for a while, but when she does, it's later at night and she's in the lounge, staring at the new channel. ]
... This is much, much worse.
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Investigation!
Later on, she can be found in the art room, messing around with the clay and squeezing and molding it rather viciously. It doesn't look like she's trying to make anything in particular right now.]
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Then she's back to the gym. Her favorite punching bag is there and it's going to get quite a work out today. Good thing it's not sentient!
Finally, she'll stop by the lounge to mingle before she's off to the chapel again for a brief round of prayer before bed.]
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He'll spend some time stopping by Lif and Aela's rooms, though; he doesn't have any hesitation about it or seem to think it's weird, nor does he seem to have any qualms about just...going through their things. He's very methodical in doing it and he seems to be organized, he's just...going through a bunch of stuff that happened to belong to dead people. A couple of things from Aela's room go into his pockets, and the letters...he'll read those later, maybe.
He'll be in the dining area later in the day, apparently arguing about exactly how rare he wants something; "literally raw" is what he eventually manages to get across, and that is why he can be found occupying one of the tables reasonably near the wall, drinking coffee nonchalantly while that massive leech of his sits next to him on the table, where it is absolutely demolishing a slab of extremely raw steak.
Probably a waste of meat but surely the Professor can deal.
Otherwise...well, he'll look around at the new areas, though they don't seem to hold his interest long. He's not a religious kind of guy, and generalized crafts are kind of beyond him. The art room seems to actively annoy him, though hell if he can really say why. So in the evening he can be found back in the lounge, once again keeping the esteemed company of smooth jazz and looking at a few things he's got with him - the letters from Lif and Aela, maybe some notes, he's got a battered-looking journal that seems to have come from the machine that he looks at once in a while before setting down again - and if anyone comes in here while he's there, well...]
I don't suppose you remember anything you did yesterday.
Not Friday. Yesterday.
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...anyway, shortly after that, he can be found in the dining hall eating breakfast across from some kind of giant bipedal punk rock badger that is absolutely going to town on some breakfast steak. He's used to dealing with potentially terrifying critters that are very food motivated, and hey, it worked! But seriously, whose badger is this.
Once that's presumably taken care of, it's... exploration time? Hm. Something generally feels kind of weird the more he thinks about it, and he's not sure what... but regardless of all that, he checks out Area B, and huh. huh. That... sure is an inter-faith chapel with iconography related to the Church of Seiros, huh.
...they don't even have a statue of St. Cethleann, this inter-faith chapel officially sucks. But you know, regardless, he's gonna... take some time to pray a bit when he's pretty sure no one else is there. For Lif, for Aela, for... everyone else, honestly.
Towards the end of the day, he settles down back in the lounge, where, uh. Hm. This is... hm. Okay, he gets... that you apply it directly to the forehead... but like...]
...what does this "Head-On" even do?
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Is everybody okay? Did something happen?
[Eventually, she settles down enough to go deal with some vending machine business. After that, she goes straight to the dining area, where she apparently either bartered for a dish or just got something and ate it. She's plopped her clump of grass and dirt into a bowl, and is trying to settle the plant into something that looks appropriate. But there's...not a ton of dirt there.]
Oh, I don't know if this is going to work. Has anybody gotten more dirt from the machine?
[There's not any sunlight anyway, but maybe the lights in here could help it? She'll try her best, at least.
As it happens, Rose is rather more familiar with art than with sewing. Humans do it, sure, but there was never any reason for a Gem to do so. She honestly has no idea how anything in the sewing room works at all, which is why she's poking around it with such interest. There's a lot of patterns here. Maybe she could learn how to make something!]
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MONDAY
investigation!
ATTENDANCE IS STRONGLY ENCOURAGED
THERE'S MORE TO DISCUSS
[ ...She may have taken a few liberties when copying the text, though.
Afterwards, she heads to the fitness room for her daily run. At some point, though, her thoughts drift from staying fit, and she abandons her routine in favor of an investigation. And, apparently, she decides to start with the floor, so anyone who walks in is liable to find her searching for something on her hands and knees like she's lost a contact.
Finally, in the evening, Rin can be found in the dining hall, having one of those fabled yard sales. And by that I mean she's dumped a bunch of random garbage on one of the tables while she sits nearby, eating a freeze-dried ice cream. Whatever isn't taken by someone else before she leaves will just be left there, apparently for whatever cleaning crew works this place to deal with overnight! She doesn't seem like she's going to take responsibility for the space it takes up, at any rate. ]
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Bucket of Bricks
Rations
Gummy Fish x2
Hand Bra
Stuffed Kangaroo
Knarrevik
Monopoly
Bathrobe
Labcoat x2
Distinguished Dress
Mango
Free Trial Disc x2
Black Lotuss
Wooden Flute
She's wearing something different today, too: an orange silk Hérmes scarf, knotted around her neck like an ascot. Alice will smile and talk at anyone who comes in or has a poke around her vending machine spoils, but her gold eyes are just a little sad.]
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Investigation!!
Later on, she's got a nice number of those coins again, so... Yeah, it's vending machine time. She's got a running commentary going (to herself) as she pops in coins and receives items, rolling her eyes every so often. ]
Like, seriously, what's this psycho expect me to do with a rock this big? Oh, watch out! I'm gonna try and pick it up and fall over! Go team! Oh, this looks nice. A bit...note to me, come back to this later. Extra wood, ooo Monopoly! A relic from the past...
[ And then she reaches it-- ]
Holy macker-hrgh. [ Brief moment to gag, for some reason. Anyway, Della finds herself holding a real life bow and arrows. ]
You kidding me? Wow, this thing's beautiful!
[ Positively captivated and...quite frankly more than a little interested in the craftsmanship, she'll be running her hands over that for awhile.
It distracts her from the coin-insertion process, so she'll take that opportunity (eventually) to get these things stashed away and come back for a second round, which she'll take with her to the dining hall since...it's getting kind of late and she hasn't eaten in awhile. The weapons wrapped in the bathrobe, she idly examines the other things while eating (it's chicken fingers, please don't comment on the logistics of this, or maybe do, we love an existential horror thread). ]
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Later on, she's arranged the items under "Giving Away" on a table in the lounge, waving anyone who walks by over.]
See anything you like?
[During lunch, she can be seen adding both the butter and the BBQ sauce to the steak and potatoes she ordered, and she actually perks up a bit. Beside her, Aria has gotten her own meat dish, but with sauce added as well.]
Okay, that's not bad.
[And later in the afternoon, she's in the workshop laying out the various parts of the Knarrevik, while making several sketches on paper. Aria is sitting next to her, head tilted to one side as the two study the whole structure.]
Okay, this can't be that hard, can it...?
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Midday, when no one is currently in the Chapel anyone even remotely close to the room might hear some very distinct music coming from inside. Looks like Piers got a guitar and amp from the machine and is making good use of it. What can he say, religion isn't really a big thing back home and listening to Rhea singing in here proved it has amazing acoustics.
Later in the evening though is much quieter, as he's in the sewing room, doing some stitching with his Obstagood napping at his feet. I wonder what he's making...?]
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TUESDAY
MOTIVE
You’ll remember the procedure from last week, I imagine? Same situation. Meeting room. Now.
[ And once everyone is gathered in the Meeting Room, the familiar spiral appears on the screen. The Professor clears his throat before beginning. ]
I will be the first to admit that the motive last week felt a little… harsh. But I have appearances to keep up, so this week I’ll offer something more of you would like. Positive reinforcement, you know? A reward.
Whoever kills this week will earn… hm, there were 25 of you when this started, that leaves 24 lives on your hands? How does 48 Million Dollars in solid gold sound? For those of you without dollars, here’s a picture.
[ And sure enough, there’s an image of an actual treasure chest, full to the brim with gold coins! ]
The exact rate is negotiable depending on how entertaining you make the trial, but I don’t think much more needs to be said than that. I know I’ve always found that 50 million dollars of untraceable gold is perfectly good at speaking for itself. The offer stands until Friday, as always.
[ And, in a break from tradition, the doors don’t actually open immediately! ]
Though there is another small matter I feel I should make you aware of. You see, I’ve noticed a lot of you growing… complacent, having my gracious assistant around to provide you with extra odds and ends. So for now, I’m suspending your requested goods until further notice. That’s all, carry on.
[ And with that the lights come back up, leaving you all and… a very confused-looking Angel, who goes into her office holding a finger to her ear and muttering under her breath. ]
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MEETING
Anyway, as the sign Rin had so graciously provided the day before had indicated, he's given everyone a couple of hours to cool down before making his way back into the lounge, settling there and seeing if anyone decides to show up.]
Hey. Same thing as last time - I figure it's important to share what we've found and what we've figured out over the past while, if anything. If nothing else, making sure everyone is doing all right might be a good idea.
[..."Unimpressed" is probably a variation on "okay", right?]
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He also drops by the workshop again. Here, he seems to have a better idea what he's looking for, and securing a couple of those rough log chunks takes no time at all.
Much later, about an hour before lights out, he makes a noise at the vending machine.]
Augh!
[WHAT. THE FUCK. IS THIS. AND WHY IS ITS NAME "PRINCESS III"?]
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WEDNESDAY
PUNISHMENT
More specifically, you might see fellow test subject Damien LaVey staggering back from Angel, an awl clutched in his hand and little sparks of electricity arcing down his arm for just a second. He looks… offended, more than anything, at having been electrocuted? Angel looks way more worried than he does. ]
Damien, I… Damien, listen to me, that was your warning, don’t-
[ Unfortunately for everyone involved with this entire situation, Damien decides to respond by attempting to just… go for a stab at Angel’s throat. He is interrupted, however, by a sudden and very alarming sequence of events.
Firstly, the speakers throughout the entire facility blare in a high-pitched screech of a tone that is going to definitely wake up any would-be late risers. Sorry about that. It doesn’t stop, either.
Secondly, Angel goes limp for just a second, causing the stab to just barely miss.
Thirdly, Angel swings up to her feet, movements best described as “jerky” and more accurately described as “weird as hell.”
Fourthly, everyone gathered in here learns the exact consequence for an attempt to break Rule Five.
It’s a little strange to see it, and might take a moment to piece together later, but at least it isn’t slow. In the blink of an eye, Damien is surrounded by a glass cylinder that goes from the floor to the ceiling. Angel stands next to it, as though suspended on strings, and a weird blue-purple glow emanates from her left arm, below the sleeve of her lab coat. Whatever it is just straight-up obliterates the glove on her left hand, making visible the strange looping tattoos that wind up into her forearm. As her hand closes into a fist, a… sword? Made of the same strange light materializes, just barely visible against literally any other light source.
In a single arc, Angel’s arm whips out forward and makes a single stab into the tube Damien is in and is currently starting to get very visibly upset in. The glass stays unmarred, but Damien… doesn’t. His body lurches backward, a red stain starting to spread out across his chest. He starts to say something, but… Angel’s fingers snap, and the tube suddenly floods with water, flushing the body out.
Damien LaVey is, invariably, dead.
The ear-splitting tone continues as the water subsides and the cylinder vanishes as quickly as it came, leaving only Angel standing as the glow subsides. Then the noise subsides too, and Angel sort of… stands still for a moment, staring. ]
And that, boys and girls, is why we don’t ignore the rules. No further warnings will be given regarding Rule Five.
[ And Angel, for her part, sort of… backs up slowly, then turns and runs to her office. ]
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No, she gets into the stupid tie-dye shirt and jeans she's almost never seen in and goes down to the workshop with a big cardboard box in hand. She sets it down, opens it up, and starts...
Okay, yes. She's trying to build the IKEA nightstand. In her defence, she does take breaks to try and draw out plans and look at it, but there's still a lot of backtracking and muttering under her breath.
For simple furniture, that takes up the entire morning and most of the afternoon, so when she finally hits up the dining hall, Anna is radiating an aura of rage with a side of sawdust and paint. You might expect her to boil the shrimp soup in front of her just by looking at it.
In the lounge at night, Anna walks right past where the death tube had been this morning without giving it a glance. No, she's just sitting there and eating those Swedish Fish from the vending machine, glaring at an infomercial like it's the entire reason for her bad day.]
Oh, shut up.
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There's something about that that's got Birkin worked up today – he'd meant what he'd said to Della after the trial, it's always kind of a lot when people die, but today's finding him with more energy than he really knows what to do with. Not in a good way, but in the sort of way that leaves him feeling like a spring that's been coiled too tight. He's honestly not good with working with his hands and when it comes to physical activity he'd honestly prefer to not, but there's something to be said for releasing pent-up frustrations, he supposes.
He can be found in the art room for the better part of today, with one of those fucking books of origami instructions and way too much paper; he's aggressively folding...works-in-progress. Let's call it works-in-progress, he's not good at this, but at the very least he seems determined as hell about it, even if he is muttering to himself under his breath the entire time. He'll stop if he notices someone is in the room with him (...he'll stop talking to himself, not folding, there is no stopping the folding) but generally speaking he is seeming the opposite of sociable, so try to interrupt him at your own peril.
The workshop is the other place he can be found for large portions of the day, the reason for this particular crafts project from hell being that he has four fucking marionettes and an apparent desire to watch the world burn, so he's got these horrid wooden puppets, way too many strings, a goddamn drill and a hammer and about eight thousand nails, and he is...creating. What is he trying to make? It's hard to say. What he is making is best described as a total abomination unto the lord. It is quickly becoming some sort of godawful frankenpuppet that is a total mockery of the human form, to say nothing of an affront to good taste. He seems to be enjoying himself, regardless? He's having a better time than he was with the origami, let's put it that way.
And that is...admittedly about the extent of his creativity today, but at least it was something; he's still in something of a mood later, where he's at the south tunnel letting the leech squelch its way up the glass again and otherwise just kind of zoning out pretty badly. Probably the first time he hasn't been weird and manic all day, though whether that's a good thing or a bad thing is...debatable.]
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Sure, she didn't speak to Damien, but-- but seeing someone die when you're absolutely not expecting it... Lif's death had been bad, absolutely, but she'd known what would happen. This, though--
Ugh. It feels awful. Mira retreats to her room for a couple of hours, and when she finally comes out, she heads to the art room to work on Damien's portrait. After a while, though, she gives up with anything more than sketching on the canvas because her hands are shaking a little...
The others are finished, though, and Mira is satisfied with them--as much as she can be, anyway--and she takes them and her makeshift frames to the lounge. She sets out the velvet cape she'd gotten from the vending machine, and places Lif and Aela's portraits there in a corner. Out of the way, but... they're hard to miss. She seems unsatisfied with the setup, but what are you gonna do? They don't have flowers or anything to really spruce it up.
After that, she goes to the sewing room and surveys all the fabric for some time, before she just grabs a bolt of fabric and starts measuring. Before long, it looks like she's got some kind of messenger bag and a couple skirts! ]
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She'll also be in the sewing room with a bundle of dried flowers. She's looking through ribbons. Some are too bright, some too dull... it seems important whatever she's doing.
Later in the evening, she's seen again with those flowers in her usual spot. That, of course, would be the chapel. She places the dried lilies, now with a fresh white ribbon, in front of the various symbols of the Church of Seiros. Rhea seems less talkative this evening.]
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