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! ]

Comments

[nothingcanstop]

[ Della narrows her eyes at it, slowly...trying to connect some things. ]

I don't, personally. Maybe we should be careful handling it.

[ Following in Therion's example, Della starts writing something down, on a bit of note paper.

The Atlas was Angel's and she has no idea how it got here
She recognizes Hyperion and Pandora and the symbol found last week
Just theorizing, but she said whatever radioactive thing she was leaking was purple
Conclusion: Someone's planting information about her around the facility

She's...markedly careful about writing this, leaning over it mostly and flashing it to those close by. ]

[bolderfell]

[Ah. Therion stirs restlessly. He didn't want to talk about this--mostly because he hardly understands what happened, exactly, even though he was there--but. Yeah. Maybe it's an important comparison to draw.]

I've seen something like it, once.

[He tugs at his scarf, but doesn't write anything down. Not information he needs to hide from the Professor, then.]

I was helping a scholar track down people who'd gone missing. Turns out some madman was draining them of their blood to make... crystals out of it.

[emberserker]

I've heard of blood magic, but what? Did they look like this?

[bolderfell]

Kind of. They weren't purple. They had a few different shades of red in them, so Cyrus--the scholar I mentioned--figured they were made out of multiple victims' blood.

[It was an alarmingly Fullmetal Alchemist tableau.]

But even he wasn't sure what the guy meant to use them for. Nothing good, obviously.

[nothingcanstop]

Crystals? Out of blood?

[bolderfell]

That's what Cyrus said. Couldn't pay me to touch it myself.

[baitless]

...oh, well, that’s just horrifying all around...

[...yeah, he’s definitely visibly pale hearing that...]

[bolderfell]

Yeah. Not my favorite adventure, that's for sure.

[emberserker]

[Anna taps her pen and starts to write in reply: Angel? Not the Professor?]

I do hope it isn't toxic. Has anyone shown any symptoms?

[nothingcanstop]

If it was in the ice box... Eh, maybe we should be careful about the drinks.

[ Maybe both
But the atlas is a clear sign
She said she left it at the other facility ]

[emberserker]

Especially if it melts. Ugh, that's disgusting.

[nothingcanstop]

I'll...check about the safety of all that. He probably doesn't want us to all keel over of some kind of poison...

[emberserker]

The rules don't disallow it, but I suppose he would prefer we poison one another instead.

[nothingcanstop]

Didn't someone ask about just killing everyone all at once...? [ wasn't it birkin. ] I think he's more into drawing this whole thing out.