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

[archboxer]

[She shakes the bottle. It's empty!]

I am afraid that I do not drink.

[pimpplan]

Oh, my apologies. Can I inquire what you're doing with it, then? You're not enforcing a dry campus, are you?

[ Because if so... he's gotta go run to the bar real quick. ]

[archboxer]

Oh, no, as long as no one goes too far I would not stop them. My tolerance for alcohol is quite high, however. It would be a quite a futile thing for me to drink. [Since what's the point of drinking if you can't get drunk, she wonders?] I just needed a container. I replaced it with a bottle of alcohol I received from the machine.

[pimpplan]

Oh, phew. Thank Martel, you scared me for a second.

[ He can't help but laugh at the mention of Rhea's high tolerance. ] You know, somehow that makes a lot of sense. I can absolutely see you being able to drink someone under a table.

[archboxer]

Such things can help lighten a mood.

[How much is too much depends... one of the professors has, ah, a love of alcohol.] Is that so? I honestly did not think that I had that sort of air about me.

[pimpplan]

That's just it. It's always those who you least expect. I've certainly been around enough noble types in my life to make of a living off those types of educated guesses, anyway.