unknownseas | 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! ]

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... I do.

[ Unfortunately. She tears her eyes away from it, and looks anywhere but at him. ]

I'm not happy to see it again, but it explains why she's so upset.

...You were attacked?

[He covers it again. She doesn't need to see it anymore.]

[ Her arms tighten on Daisy, just a little, who whines and presses her head against Mira's cheek. ]

I was, just before coming here. I was lucky, but my brother--

[ She bites her lip. ]

He wasn't.

[Oh, what, no. He doesn't know what to do with this. He'd assumed she was the one stabbed, that the Professor had healed her after 'extraction.' Throwing a brother into the mix is...

He shifts his weight from foot to foot, then gets the wastebasket under one arm and holds out a hand. Whether it's more to guide her or ward her off is anyone's guess.]

Hey. Don't... You. Look at me.

[Don't what? Don't cry? What does he care?]

I'll take you to the lounge. You can sit there.

[ Oh. She looks at him, but after a couple moments, she looks away again. ]

No, it's-- You don't have to do that for me, Therion. [ It seems like she's not quite sure how to respond here. ] You shouldn't have to feel like you have to help.

I don't. [Well, that's a quick denial. He shakes his head.] But I'm going that way anyway. Come on.

[He'll move around her and push (lightly) if he has to. Move your tush.]

[ Well... if he's going that way...

She moves, after that little push. ]

... Thank you.

[ It's quiet enough for him to hear, but only just. ]

Don't.

[And that's all he'll say on their way to the lounge. He waits for her to sit, then goes back to his room, drops off his goods, and returns with. The water bottle from before, and part of a gingerbread house? All the candy's been picked off it. Or licked off it.

He breaks the gingerbread into dog-friendly pieces and drops them for Daisy. The water is for Mira.]

Here.

[ Similarly, she'll fall quiet. At least when Therion returns, Daisy seems to have calmed down, and she's sitting at Mira's feet. Once he starts dropping those pieces, she moves just the tiniest bit so she can yoink them off the ground.

Mira takes the water and holds it in her hands, fiddling with the cap. ]

... I appreciate it. Though... this definitely isn't how you expected to spend your early morning, right?

[ That sure is a poor attempt at trying to lighten the mood. ]

[He sits, though not next to her or anything, and gathers his arms under his cloak.]

Don't know why I didn't. Someone always seems to be wandering around at night.

Higher expectations for self-preservation, maybe.

[ Especially considering, you know, what happened last week. ]

Probably.

[Still no snide comment about it out of him.]

Doubt most are sleeping well after this past morning.

[Damien LaVey is just gone.]

[ Huh.

She doesn't miss that. She does nod, though. ]

... It's one thing to have it happen at the-- [ She can't even call it a trial. What a joke. ] After what happened Friday. Another to have it happen so-- unexpectedly. And to call us out to see it...

...And for the blow to come from an unexpected corner.

[Angel...

Therion shakes his head.]

He's right. We are complacent. I'm a fool for not realizing what he meant sooner. But it shouldn't have come as a surprise that some of you wouldn't be thinking clearly after that.

[ .... yeah. Poor Angel. ]

... I can't exactly argue with that. But as far as I can tell, we're the only ones that've dared to be out this late.

...Yeah, well.

[He looks away--further away, actually, since he already wasn't looking at her--and pulls his scarf up.]

Figured this was my best window to avoid the rest of you. More fool me.

[ Hmm.

She's definitely making a note of that. ]

Well... with this group, I wouldn't count too much on being able to avoid people.

[Dry:] I noticed.

[Here he is with her, isn't he?]

What about you. Are you one of those who never sleeps, like Jasper?

[ Fair.

She takes a drink of her water before nodding slowly. ]

... I don't really sleep too well, anyway. Being here only makes it worse.

Because of what's happening? Or something else?

What's happening doesn't help at all, no... but it's been like this for a while.

[ insomnia, man. ]

...Did he die for you.

[Jesus Jewish Christ, Therion.]

[ Therion.

She inhales sharply, hand tightening on the bottle. ]

He-- died because of me.

[ So not too far off, as far as she's concerned. ]

[...]

Did you kill him?

[ Out of all the people she expected to tell about this--well. Therion wasn't at the top of her list, but... ]

... I did.

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