WEEK 3

[bathymetric]

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! ]

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[bolderfell]

[That's where his train of thought goes, too.]

...Wait. So what about the windows? And the tunnels? Glass breaks easily--at least where I'm from.

[bolderfell]

...Who knows whether he willingly provided us those tools. It's not like he has total control over this place. Here. Look.

[He uncrosses his arms and walks away, looking for something--there. He picks up a loose tile to show Ema. It's the same message he found in the men's room last week.

NO SURvEILLAnCE IN HErE]

Doubt he left this for us.

[valentinus]

[ Pause. . .one in which was longer than socially acceptable. ]

...

Taking a 'peek', though not in the way you explained.

[valentinus]

[ It's not really necessary for him, but he'll take one himself. ]

It is common for people to allow themselves to become dehydrated in times like these. I'm sure some of the others will appreciate the thought as well.

[bolderfell]

[...]

At... women throwing things out. Or washing their hands.

[Oh no. He still doesn't get it.]

Chapel

[bolderfell]

[A concerned-looking Therion pokes his head in here. He doesn't even try to speak up until Piers is no longer MAD SHREDDING.]

...How is it so loud.

[emberserker]

...did he run out of ideas?

[mouflon]

[ Rin sputters. ]

Money??

[bolderfell]

[/inhale]

[precognit]

Money? Seriously?

[Alice is muttering under her breath.]

...should just offer to give everyone a cool million not to commit a murder...

[obstagoodboy]

[Piers whistles at the amount]

Not creative but... huh.

[precognit]

I wouldn't, clearly. That's why I'm here. So I don't have to throw it away.

[She points at the pouches.]

I think those are supposed to be like military rations. They're...probably not very good.

[bolderfell]

Why would you give away food, then. Good or not.

[precognit]

[s i g h]

Because I'm not going to eat it.

[bolderfell]

You're that picky?

[precognit]

I guess so. I just don't want any of it.

[She shrugs.] There's no accounting for taste!

[drladysounds]

Oh, aiming at my weakness for buying shiny things.

[Shelley crosses her arms. Not working, she isn't that broke]

I bet those aren't real gold coins. I bet it's chocolate coins.

[....not likely, but maybe if she says that very loudly, some who may be tempted by it will reconsider]

MEETING

[fivestagegod]

[...Well, okay. Birkin seems...decidedly less upset by this motive, but still. Nearly fifty million is a lot…

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?]

[bolderfell]

[He levels a wary, calculating look at her, as if trying to figure something out.]

...Whether or not it's to your taste, only a fool would give up food in this situation. Especially if it keeps well, like those. [He points to the gummies.] Don't you know how to keep yourself alive?

[precognit]

[Alice narrows her eyes at him.]

Of course I do. There's food I can eat in the dining hall. This will just upset my stomach, so I'm choosing to give it to someone who can eat it. Why are you being so weird about this?

[bolderfell]

--You use chocolate as money?

[bathymetric]

[ Written in the same slightly messy red handwriting a couple of you all have seen before here:

WATCH FOR THaT SYMBoL

And that's all there is to find in this room! ]

[bathymetric]

[ There's a trash can somewhere in here, don't worry. But yeah, that's all there is in here! ]

[emberserker]

It appears that the Professor's staff used our missing day to perform some minor maintenance. Not just the new wing, obviously, but things like painting and sanding the furniture like new. I'm not sure why, other than that he's using it to boast about all he can do.

[ladygeryon]

[Oh, definitely useful. If she turns the symbol in the opposite direction, does the floorboard slide back into place? Might as well leave as little evidence as possible, after all...]