unknownseas | WEEK 4

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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Yeah, it's pretty classy of him.

[...]

I don't like regretting things. I like making sure that I'm ahead enough that any risk I'm taking is worth the reward.

Here, it's just weighing the likelihood of dying against the potential gain of making it out alive. That's all it is to me. No offense.

None taken. ...Not really. I mean... I'd be pissed as hell, if you tried anything. But... Yeah.

[ She leans her head against the washer. ]

Kind of pretentious of the guy, though. To imply he could just...snap his fingers and fix all your problems. Give your daughter the life she wants. Crazy jerk.

Yeah.

[This week sucks? This week sucks.]

And I mean... I'm still not going to offer any mercy or forgiveness to anyone who tries to kill and get away with it, no matter how understandable I find it. I'd actually be really mad if people tried to offer that sort of thing to me.

Right? We're still fighting to get back to what we care about. No laying down and dying.

[ Della quietly pulls a photo from her pocket. She flashes it, so Birkin can see. It's a laid-back young duck boy. ]

He tried using one of my kids too. I think if I ever meet this guy, I'm gonna clock him with one of those freakin' maces.

You've got three of them, right? Which one is he...?

Louie. Youngest, a bit of a crybaby. He's clever and...a little underhanded.

[ A humorless laugh. ] Giving him exactly what he wanted would mean putting an eleven-year-old in charge of a multi-billion dollar corporation. Again. So. While I'm insulted about this guy trying to use my son, I didn't really...have the moral dilemma, beyond how recognizable I want the Professor's face to be at the end of all this.

Edited 2020-05-02 07:31 (UTC)

[...He's still got that locket on, and the chain is pretty long; he'll click it open easily enough, it's got a variation on this in it.]

Annette and Sherry. I'd appreciate the other picture he gave me if it were less creepy.

[He shifts his grip on it a bit, letting the bottom of the locket slide up a bit; it seems there's another compartment underneath it, and he lets a folded piece of paper slip out of it before passing it to Della.]

Lif gave me that. While we're sharing reasons to want to smash the Professor's face in.

[Once unfolded, it's a very nice drawing of these three people. The drawing doesn't seem quite finished and polished, but it's a good drawing and they seem happy.]

Those are his parents, and his sister, Sharena. I'm pretty sure that if he could have foreseen how that trial was going to end he wouldn't have left that to me, but I'd kind of like it back anyway once you're done with it.

She's got a beautiful smile. [ Just, first thing's first. The little girl sure knows how to give a good picture.

Della takes the piece of paper gingerly. Very carefully. ]

Oh, Lif. He drew these. [ She more murmurs than asks that, because it's not a question. She sighs. ] ...He's not around to say it, so. I'll thank you for him, for hanging on to it. I'm not...done being mad at him, but. You know. It's complicated.

It is. I'm not really mad at him, though.

[He shrugs a little.]

I definitely still stand by the whole no-mercy-no-forgiveness thing. But I don't really hate the people that try it. I guess I can respect them for having tried at all, just because that's how things work where I'm from. You make sure you get yours, and to hell with all the rest.

I'm... I don't know, I guess mad we didn't have any chance to help him figure out another way...? [ She kind of waves her hand noncommittally, like she oft does, and then shakes her head. ] Not important, this isn't my impromptu laundry talk session.

[It gets a laugh out of him, anyway, though it's a bit dry.]

I see how it is - not going to let me deflect and talk about anyone else's feelings this time, huh?

I'm just saying, buddy, I'm not the one using the washing machine as a massage tool. [ ...Wait- ] Okay, I mean, I am now but it's in solidarity.

Like I said, the room was getting claustrophobic. It's seriously going to do my head in, staying in there tonight.

[...]

I am going to stay in there tonight, though. Don't worry about that.

I didn't think you wouldn't. ...Mostly. Cabin fever can- ...I know that kind of thing can...mess with your head.

[ She hands the picture back. ]

Anyway. Thanks for the reassurance, either way.

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