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

Vending Machine

[drladysounds]

What? Is it? Did you get a carnivorous mutant leech--?

[Shelley peeks into the vending machine room, where she sees the Man-o-War on the floor]

Oh!

[nothingcanstop]

It's worse...!

[ Della managers to choke that out before Shelley enters. Truly. ]

[drladysounds]

It's a Man-o-War! Natural enemy of humanity!

[Shelley approaches carefully, like it's going to spring up and attack]

...but it looks...dead.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Della's not looking. She's not looking! ]

It's still there with its...squishy...little flail-y tentacles and rrrrrhgggg!!

[drladysounds]

Don't worry. As long as there's no water it can't harm you. It's not even talking anymore.

[She can't blame Della for being so grossed out, these things really are gross. Jellyfishes, why do they exist. They and their stinging tentacles]

Come on, we just need something to move it and shove it away. Like a shovel! Or a really long ruler!

[nothingcanstop]

It'll squish, eeewwww!!

[ Oh she's acting like a teenage girl. ...Wait, hold on-- ]

Did- did you say talking? Since when can these things talk?

[drladysounds]

Since always? They're always so condescending. Apparently I'm the only one who knew they could.

[Nobody else understood the dangers of man-o-wars except Shelley Winters. Maybe it's because they loved to mess with Shelley because she's kooky]

You...they don't talk where you're from? Really?

[nothingcanstop]

Not unless they're...royally screwed up, and maybe incredibly cursed, and probably magic. There was one time- not important, hey, what? No. No, they stay in the water, and say nothing.

[drladysounds]

Well, it's better they don't. These things are evil.

[nothingcanstop]

Won't hear me disagree. I hate the squirmy little...everythings.

[drladysounds]

[While Shelley looks for anything so she can just push it aside out of sight -- so Therion can flush it down a toilet later -- she asks:]

Had a bad run with them already? Or is it just natural and healthy disgust?

[nothingcanstop]

Just hate. Flames. Flames, on the side of my...

[ Della why are you referencing Clue- ]