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?



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Comments

[emberserker]

Does that mean you've found something to use it for?

[or are you holding onto it in case the dome breaks and you can send a message in a bottle as we all die]

[archboxer]

In a sense, yes.

[Wouldn't the bottle just sink....]

[emberserker]

I see. None of the rooms this time around look all that useful. A tiki bar, really? Is it 1957?

[archboxer]

I am unsure what a tiki bar is, if I am being honest... Is it not a normal establishment?

[emberserker]

It was trendy in the olden days, when it was more difficult to actually travel the world. Because the average person couldn't see another place's culture for themselves, they went to a tacky facsimile. One with lots of shrimp dip and alcohol.

[archboxer]

I see. How... unfortunate. [She honestly doesn't know what to make of that. But, ahem. She clears her throat.] That aside... I had a thought regarding what happened to Alice. If, we could use what we learned..

[Time for a scheme...] That is, are we without any of our abilities?

[emberserker]

You suppose we aren't? Well, Alice still needed to drink blood, but that's not an ability so much as a weakness, and she couldn't see the future... but she did shine under the spotlight, and she drained blood without breaking skin. Those would be unnatural, wouldn't they?

[archboxer]

Those are quite unusual abilities still. The gems also seem to be able to go without sleep. That, again, is unnatural to a human. It merely is a theory but one I wish to investigate.

[emberserker]

Quite. So something that's intrinsic to how your body is may still be kept.

[archboxer]

Exactly. I had thought it would be suppressed like everything else however, it may not be. I will need to do some testing first.

[emberserker]

I'll see what I can do, but if the magic's sealed... No, I will get results.

[archboxer]

There must be a way. [...Wait. If Anna is willing to try...] In fact, if you are willing... Would you be so kind to help me with my experiments? Admittedly they would be hard to do by myself.

[emberserker]

I don't see why not. Our magic is probably different, but I'm sure I could make something of it. After all, it's my life's work.

[archboxer]

It likely is but there is a inheritable element to it. At least, that is what I have come to believe... That is, I believe my blood might not have been affected.

[emberserker]

That's true. Our magic is hereditary as well. I can trace my lineage back to the Carmine Witch, over a thousand years. So you believe blood might be the key here?

[archboxer]

Yes. I believe that there could be a transfer of power through it. It is a ritual not uncommon in the higher tiers of the Church -- albeit with some other elements... I would need to give you some of my blood.

[emberserker]

I see... I've got a power source here, and an old magic stone dropped out of the machine, although that's worthless now since it's broken. Power could still be returned to the pieces had we magic, if this world isn't truly without it, so that's a consideration.

[She thinks for a second.]

Very well. I'll take part. This experiment might well be worth something.

[archboxer]

I would have simply asked Seteth, of course, but we are of differing bloodlines. Mixing our blood would be unwise. [Like deadly unwise.] Thank you, Anna. Once I am finished washing this I shall return to my room--it probably would be wiser for me to extract it myself.

Where could we meet to conduct it, I wonder.

[emberserker]

Somewhere that won't be cluttered with people, so nothing in the new wing. Everyone's likely to be all over the place investigating that. And Therion's probably bound to be checking all the washrooms. The man's got a compulsion.

[archboxer]

I would suggest the chapel but both Seteth and the priest may be there. [Hm...] What about the laundry room, then? I doubt it will be used within the next few hours.

[emberserker]

Very well. Most of us have more clothes now than before, anyway, so it isn't likely. Are there any supplies you suppose will be needed, then?

[archboxer]

Just some cloth from the sewing room if things get, ah, you know. This is blood, after all. The machine recently supplied me a knife so it may be easier now.

[emberserker]

All right, that and the old stone. I'll be there.

[Anna smirks, nods at Rhea, and turns to walk out of this totally normal sink conversation.]

tw there's gonna be blood

[archboxer]

[She nods back, a bit bemused. She didn't think it would be this easy to get a volunteer! Some people are like that, she thinks.

Soon, it's time for an equally normal laundry room meeting. Rhea has the bottle, with some obviously not alcohol sloshing in it, and... the combat knife. This is perfectly normal.]

[emberserker]

[Anna comes in and sets down a quickly made towel, with a shattered blue stone earring off to the side.]

I doubt the stone will help any, but there's no reason not to test it if we're experimenting. What do you have in mind?