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

lounge

[nothingcanstop]

[ ...Oh. Oh no, oh uh. Della freezes and just looks at him. ]

You mean...you don't...know...?

[baitless]

[oh... now he’s very concerned.]

Oh dear. Is it some sort of horrible insult? That wouldn’t strike me as out of the ordinary given everything else, but...

[nothingcanstop]

Uhhh. [ oh god. oh no. oh no. oh NO. ]

N-noooot exactly, no, it's not, uh... I mean. [ Della just puts her fingers together. ] Seteth. You're a father, right?

[baitless]

...

[you know, he may as well just admit it...]

Yes. Yes, I am.

[...but what does that have to do with it...]

[nothingcanstop]

Okay, so... There's this...expression. Um. Acronym, more like, it's something the, uh, the youth use, all...hip and fresh.

[ oh god kill her ]

Annnd it has to do with a parent, usually...an older kind of person...and finding them, you know...attractive.

[ kill her ]

[baitless]

Oh. ...oh.

[...look he’s out of touch and medieval but he... he can kind of... put it together...]

...

...

Wait, if the Professor is calling me that, then... what on earth does that mean!?

[nothingcanstop]

[ She raises her hands in innocence. ]

I don't know! I don't pretend to know! I don't understand his twisted mind! [ thank god she doesn't have to spell out the acronym ]

[baitless]

...should I ask him at some point, or am I just better off not getting an answer?

[.....he’s very much leaning towards the latter.]

[nothingcanstop]

[ Della very seriously looks him in the eye. ]

Live your life in ignorance. It's better that way.