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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SUNDAY

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MONDAY

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TUESDAY

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WEDNESDAY

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THURSDAY

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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. ]

Investigation! (Oh no.)

[bolderfell]

[Hello, Area B, it's nosy thief time. Therion's first stop happens to be the workshop, since it's the first door he sees, and. Holy shit.

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--!]

!

[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.]

vending machine

[emberserker]

Oh, what is that racket --

[Anna stops. Looks at Therion with power tools. Thinks for a moment.]

Carry on.

[bolderfell]

Think it'll work?

[He holds up the drill. Not towards her, at least. This is his new favorite toy.]

You know these things, right?

investigation!

[emberserker]

[When Anna gets up, she checks the clock, curses... and thinks. Things happen in their bedrooms. They woke up here. Coins show up here. And now she's lost an entire day here. So why haven't they investigated their bedrooms? So she does. She clears out the cabinets and the drawers of the writing desk, searching for anything suspicious in her room.

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.

[emberserker]

I've never used one, but I know what it is. It's a modern drill, for building things. Putting in holes and such.

[bolderfell]

I figured. That's what I'd use something like this for.

[Friendship with Alfyn: over. Power Drill is Therion's new best friend.]

I'm sure it's meant for wood, but with enough time, it might be able to get through the bolt. Or at least weaken it. Can it drill through metal?

[emberserker]

I think there are specific bits for that. You'll have to ask someone who's done construction, I've never done it. My training's all gone into magic.

investigation!

[philoxenia]

[ Well. On Sunday, Mira wakes up and goes about her business--

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.

Mods. M...mods.

[bolderfell]

[Therion examines the drill bit with mild curiosity, then shrugs. Damned if he knows what he'd be looking for.]

One way to find out.

[He works the bit as much into the door gap as he can and starts trying to drill towards and into the bolt.]

Lounge

[bolderfell]

Is it? I'm leaning a lot.

[He seems. Uh. Genuine about that.]

[philoxenia]

Ah... well, I suppose you would, since...

[ She doesn't say it unkindly, at least. ]

... In my world, these are a bit of a joke--or they can be. They can get a little, um...

[ yeah. ]

Over-the-top.

[bolderfell]

No more so than those movies. And it does seem convenient. You even get another thing free if you're fast enough...

[This is how merchants rob people of all their money without having to resort to thievery, Therion.]

[philoxenia]

It seems that way, yes, but....

[ Man. Explaining infomercials to someone who's never experienced them before is sure a thing. ]

You can usually find the same thing in another store for a lower price... and the products,, most of the time, aren't very good.

Investigation!

[ladygeryon]

[Nira sleeps late, today, finally waking up with a yawn and looking surprised when she finds the new area. She ends up looking through the multi-faith chapel first, peering at the stained glass windows to see if there's any particular theme in their shape or color.

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.]

public...restrooms;

[valentinus]

[ This man seemed so eager, though when he saw him heading for the ladies' bathroom, that was enough to raise a brow. ]

...What do you think you're doing?

Workshop

[drladysounds]

Someone seems happy about the drills!

[She hadn't seen anyone so happy about those, ever. Interesting choice of source of joy!]

multi-faith chapel;

[valentinus]

[ He had been slowly coming up and along the way...though deciding to very much not entering the chapel from here. So when she stepped out, here he was. ]

...Not all that impressive, I assume?

[bolderfell]

Ah. Merchant tricks.

[Nods. He Knows merchants.]

Talking up their wares without letting you see what they're really worth. I've come across the type.

[bolderfell]

[Well, the question at least makes Therion pause before the entrance. He hasn't spoken with this guy before, but he's seen him, quietly looming in the back of mandatory meetings.]

Looking around.

[As if that should be obvious.]