WEEK 4

[bathymetric]

Another trial, another week, and still you're probably running lower on answers than you'd like. And on people - you lost three since last Sunday. By the end of this week, you'll have been here for nearly a full month, yet still the days crawl on.

You wake up Sunday, again with no memory of Saturday, but this time with a simple message on your devices: You may resume requesting items, if you like. Enjoy. Guess it really was just a stealth motive after all, but at least it's being communicated that it's over! That's something, at least.

And when you leave your rooms on Sunday, there's another new area to explore! This one is... certainly more ambitious in its construction than the last one, to say the least. But hey, you have a pretty neat place to host parties, if you feel so inclined! That's... fun...

Hey, you gotta find the fun in situations like this where you can! Silver linings, right?



SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[ ooc: Welcome to Week 4! Remember to turn in AC here, threads for regain coins here, and if you feel so inclined you can visit Angel's office hours over here! ]

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[bolderfell]

...You don't have to on my account.

[He's not gonna stop her or anything, especially since she's already making herself a drink. But he's not here to peer pressure her or anything.]

I usually drink alone.

[snackooed]

Hey now, that's all the more reason for me to join you now. To me, it doesn't taste good unless I have someone else around to share it with.

[ It's too late, Therion; before he's even got a chance to try and shoot her down, there's a drink in her hand and a grin across her face. She's holding it out in front of him, as though she's expecting a clink of their glasses. ]

And after a tough week like last one, I think it'll do us both some good.

[bolderfell]

[His expression flickers, both at her words and the offered glass. In the end, he does tap his drink to hers; in a way, giving in to the gesture might be more in line with his now-subdued mood than playing hard to get would be.]

Can't hurt, anyway. ...Here's to living another day.

[He closes his eyes as he drinks more of Ema's concoction, savoring the burn of good alcohol on its way down.]

[snackooed]

To the start of a new week, and to working through any trials and tribulations that come with it, right?

[ She seems grateful that he's indulging her on this one; it doesn't seem like all that long ago that he made a face at her, the first time they clinked glasses like this. There's no doubt that things have escalated a fair bit in that short amount of time...but as he says, they're still here.

As good a reason to toast as any. Maybe even one of the better ones. ]

I'll look into cocktails that are a little less off-the-cuff for you, if you'd like. Unless, of course, you're that fond of the Skye Special?

[bolderfell]

...I have a soft spot for the apple flavor, I admit.

[It's the first thing listed under "likes" on his damned profile.]

Suppose I could taste-test for you if you want to branch out. But I wouldn't mind establishing this as "the usual" with you, since it seems this is the closest I'll get to the nearest tavern.

[snackooed]

Then that's the start of one more professional relationship, right?

[ She's smirking to herself as she sips at her vodka soda. She's clearly having more fun teasing him than she probably should be... ]

I mean, a bartender needs regulars, you know...

[bolderfell]

[Laugh it up, Skye. Even if she is teasing him, he seems in somewhat better spirits than when she found him, and it's not all thanks to Fireball.]

Heh. Fine.

[She wins this round. (As if she hasn't won every round so far.)]

That's the kind of affiliation I can keep up for a while.