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?



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[ 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! ]

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[nothingcanstop]

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.

[fivestagegod]

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.

[nothingcanstop]

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.

[fivestagegod]

[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?

[nothingcanstop]

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.

[fivestagegod]

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.

[nothingcanstop]

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.