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! ]

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[bolderfell]

All right, all right. I'll be right back, then.

[Hey. Three guesses where he's going to try to dispose of it, and the first two don't count.]

[nothingcanstop]

[ A hero. A genuine hero of the times. Only once the fake fish is gone does Della let out a sigh and lean against the wall. ]

I swear, Professor... This is the last straw... Laugh all you want, but no more.

[bolderfell]

[...

...

Therion looks a little, uh, Oh Fuck I Did a Heck when he returns, but surely that's nothing.]

[nothingcanstop]

[ Della, who is taking deep breaths, has about calmed down when he returns. Enough to see the look on his face, and... ]

Oh no. Oh, I know that look, that's a look of bad, what happened.

[bolderfell]

Nothing.

[wee woo wee woo OPEN UP THIS IS THE TOILET POLICE]

[nothingcanstop]

Nuh-no. Therion, I'm a mother. I see faces. I see that face on Louie whenever he's afraid of his new scheme getting discovered, what happened.

[bolderfell]

...I guess... it was too big.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Della stands as an ominous sense of foreboding rises in her gut. ]

Where did you put it...

[bolderfell]

Real jellyfish are soft in water, so I thought maybe, once it was wet... it'd fit down the drain.

[nothingcanstop]

You stuffed it down the sink?! Oh no, oh no that thought's just--

[ She's heaving again. ]

[bolderfell]

[Della, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but--]

Of course I didn't use the sink. I used the... what's it called. The toilet.

[nothingcanstop]

[ When she recovers her stomach: ]

You what.

[ is it finally time ]

[bolderfell]

[The end... of an era.]

That's what it's for.

[nothingcanstop]

No? No, Th- is that what-

[ jesus fuck ]

That...is not what it is for.

[bolderfell]

You push the handle and water flushes everything away. Of course that's what it's for.

[Truly, an investigative analyst of his time.]

[nothingcanstop]

[ Della just...places her hands on his arms. ]

It's for flushing things away. [ She's just. Going to pull him down to whisper something about "it's for shit" or something like that. ]

[bolderfell]

[He doesn't like being touched, of course, but the urgency with which she imparts this vital information keeps him from pulling away entirely, and--

Ah.

Huh.]

...What, just for that? But... then how do you get rid of everything else?

[nothingcanstop]

You use the garbage cans.

[bolderfell]

The what?

[nothingcanstop]

Garbage cans, Therion- the cans that are for depositing garbage in.

[bolderfell]

You keep saying can at me like I'm supposed to know the hell kind of can you're talking about.

[nothingcanstop]

No, it- [ She sighs, somewhat heavily. ] Alright, come on, follow me. I'll show you.

[ She's heading for the dining hall! ]

[bolderfell]

[He grumbles a little into his scarf, but follows, because he is a sulky teenager disguised as a full-grown man.]

[nothingcanstop]

[ So we're here, and Della's going towards...there are some of those wastebaskets? She pats the side of one. ]

This, Therion. This is where the rest of it goes.

[bolderfell]

[He frowns at it, then at her, then back down at the wastebasket. He picks it up, just to make sure there's no pipe or chute or anything.]

But it doesn't go anywhere.