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

[hardnosed]

I think you're a petulant brat who can't tolerate being kept from what you want for five seconds. You're too entitled to handle this captivity, and you're too weak to break free — but you know that if you try anything, you'll get caught out. And you're too afraid of that to make your move. So every week, you come by with the same speech. "I'd like to see you do any better." "Are you even trying to get out of here?" "You just admitted it yourself!"

[ To her dubious credit, she doesn't do a voice. ]

You think I don't know what you think of me? You think I'm some coarse, loudmouthed brute who doesn't consider a thing she says or does. You think I haven't got the right to look down on someone as important as you. But when I talk down to you, you always come snapping back, don't you? You can't help yourself.

I'm not laughing at you. I'm sick of you.

[emberserker]

[Anna's face is shadowed. She clenches her fists at her sides.[

I'm not weak. Or afraid. Get out of my way.

[hardnosed]

Make me.