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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TUESDAY

[bathymetric]

MOTIVE

[bathymetric]

[ As if on cue Tuesday morning, The Professor’s voice rings out from the speakers in the facility. ]

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. ]

[emberserker]

...did he run out of ideas?

[ladygeryon]

Maybe he's going to try alternating between threats and rewards.

[mouflon]

[ Rin sputters. ]

Money??

[archboxer]

[She says nothing and doesn't even look in her direction but... she definitely heard that. There... might be a scoffing sound.]

[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.

[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]

[bogwife]

[Oof, that...that sure is more money than she's ever seen in her life...No! Nope, nope, nope. Not worth it!]

Suspending the requested goods too? That's just unnecessarily rude.

[valentinus]

[ Raising a brow...as an akin to 'really now'?

Well. It's good Yuffie wasn't here. ]

[lovelikeyou]

[After the utter blow of last week's motive, Rose just seems...confused about what this is even supposed to be.]

[hardnosed]

[ For once, Jasper is absolutely in sync with Rose! What's... the point, what's the actual motive here. Also, does the requested goods thing mean they're never going to have to watch Russell Crowe sing ever again, and in what way is this punishment. ]

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?]

[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]

Has anyone found a yellow key? [Nira's got the stuff from the chapel with her, though she's not showing them yet.]

[bolderfell]

The hidden door in the room with the vending machine opened to a closet. Seems that's where cleaning supplies are kept. Materials for repairing things. Stuff like that.

[baitless]

...

I am not familiar with how televisions operate, so I do not know if this is truly unusual, but when I was sitting in the lounge the other night the merchants hawking their wares were interrupted by... things getting a bit strange. I'm not sure how to describe it, and it wasn't easy to understand, but I made out a man talking about something called Hypherion. He then... seemed to get interrupted by something else.

[ladygeryon]

Anyways, I was in the chapel, and I found that one of the symbols could be rotated, revealing a hidden compartment in the floorboards. [She shows off a sketch of said symbol.] I found these there.

[She presents the box and paper.] Has anyone else seen a symbol like that around here?

[nothingcanstop]

[ Della has some paper with her! It's a simple retelling of the Pandora myth, with all instances of Pandora's name and the mention of Hope at the end being underlined in red. See investigation. ]

Found this in the woodworking room. It was stapled to one of the chunks of wood, in storage. The whole place had some... The power tools didn't seem new. Not like they were old, but- gently used?

[ And- well, there's more, but she'll get to that. ]

[mouflon]

By the way, I discovered that there's a message on the wall of the fitness room. If you turn on the hot water in all the showers, you'll be able to see it for yourself.

But it's just a number. -8.7832. Does that sound significant to anyone?

[bolderfell]

[After the meeting, Therion makes another round of the crafty-type rooms. The arts room holds no interest for him, but he does step into the sewing room. He considers the selection of threads, examines the dismal state of his cloak, and takes a bobbin of purple before rooting around for a regular needle for regular people who don't use machines for everything.

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"?]

vending machine

[bogwife]

[Zerinda has been spending much her time in the evenings this week taking her projects from the sewing room back to her room so she can work on them more before she goes to sleep and tonight is so exception. She has several bundles of half-sewn fabrics bundled in her arms and, when she hears him shout as she passes by, fumbles all of it onto the floor. Oh no, did something happen? Is someone hurt?

She hurries toward the vending machine, ready to help if need be, skidding into the door frame-]

Princess Peach! [She practically screeches with delight, moving quickly into the room itself and holding out her arms to take the wiggling pink nug from him.] That's my baby!

workshop

[emberserker]

[One wouldn't assume Anna would set foot in here, but one would think wrong, as she starts sorting through the supplies.]

What are you making with that?