WEEK 5

[bathymetric]

That's three murders now - and this last trial got more than slightly out of hand. It looks like you might be in for another tough week... or at least, maybe that's just the refusal of this place to change too much. You lose Saturday again, but maybe six-day weeks are starting to feel normal by now. Who knows? The cycle of day and night continues apace, changing so little.

Speaking of change, though, there's a new area to look through, the biggest and most complex yet. And the end of one wing of the facility, from the looks of it - though you can probably guess where more areas might start to open up.

And speaking of opening up (segues!), this week if you're out particularly late, you might sometimes see Angel out and about! So hey, maybe change is on the horizon.

Just gotta hope it's a change for the better, don't you?



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[ ooc: Welcome to Week 5! 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! Or, if you want Angel to come to you, that's now an option! Simply put a prompt after lights-out into your toplevel and indicate you want Angel in the subject line, same as investigations! ]

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investigation!!

[bogwife]

[So Zerinda just lives in the garden now. This is her new happy place and if anyone gets murdered in here she is burning down the whole dome going to cry. There are trees! And herbs! And poisonous plants! And water she can stick her toes in!

A solid chunk of the day has her pawing through the herb garden and examining poisonous plants. With the herb garden she has the herbal first aid kit with her, carefully plucking the ones she knows for a fact are safe and useful. As for the poisonous plants she's...taking a few more precautions. She has thick gloves from the workshop to protect her hands, a few sheets of paper and a pen she borrowed from Mira and a whole bunch of notes to take. Even most deadly plants can have medicinal uses- but like hell she's putting them in her kit. Get close enough and you might hear her singing quietly to herself as she works.

You might even find her sprawled out on the grass by the pond while the bird song recording plays. Her cloak is bunched up under her head for a makeshift pillow and her arms and legs stretched out in all directions. There's a book lying open on her chest and a half-finished flower crown next to her so she's definitely just resting her eyes and absolutely not about to take an ill-advised nap where she shouldn't.

With a whole day to kill among the only real greenery she's seen in weeks, of course she's going to be doing some investigating. Mostly she's checking out the trees for anything unusual about them and the pond.]

flop

[emberserker]

[Anna looks down at Zerinda lying on the grass. She raises her eyebrows and nudges her with her foot.]

Wake up, will you, the last thing they'll want is for you to get killed over sleeping.

[bogwife]

Not sleeping, Anna~. [She says it in a sighing sing-song tone, cracking her eye open.] Can't a girl listen to some faux nature?

[emberserker]

Well, you looked like you were about to. But fine, perhaps I'll just let you pass out next time.

[bogwife]

[She sighs and rises up onto her elbows, tilting her head up to look at her.]

I appreciate the thought and your willingness to not let me be killed for breaking one of his stupid rules. Would you like to sit with me for a while? [Pat pat pat the grass.]

[emberserker]

I'd rather not, if it's all the same to you. What's so interesting about the birdsong, then?

[bogwife]

Suit yourself. [She tilts her head back skyward and closes her eyes again, letting out a contented sigh.] They're nice to listen to. It reminds me of home.

[emberserker]

I suppose you spend a lot of time outdoors, then.

[bogwife]

Mmhm! Most of my time, in fact. I do live in a cave.

plucking!

[snackooed]

Wait, what happened to the dog?

[ She doesn't mean to eavesdrop, but the garden has been her haunt of choice, too, and she's glad to have company. So the sound of soft singing certainly grabbed her attention, until... ]

Hang on, that ending is way too sad--

[bogwife]

[Zerinda stops her absentminded singing abruptly, popping up over the fence to see Ema properly.]

Good morning, Ema! Sorry, if I'd known anyone was listening I would've picked a less tragic song.

[snackooed]

Oh, don't apologize, it's definitely not your fault! But if that's a true story, I'm going to spend the rest of the day heartbroken over the poor thing!

[ A bit of the names and terms were lost on her, but the meaning came through, all the same! ]

[bogwife]

Ohh noo, don't do that! [Zerinda laughs a little and leans against the fence.] If it makes you feel better Fereldens love dogs so much they'll shove them into literally any folklore and bard's song, whether or not it's historically accurate.

[snackooed]

I can't say that I exactly blame them...I've never had one myself, but they're so cute, how could you not, right?

[ She doesn't seem all that heartbroken, from the way she's smiling over the fence-- ]

Are the people in the song important to them, then?

[bogwife]

Andraste? "Important" is a bit of an understatement. [She bends down briefly to pick up her papers and brush off a bit of dirt with her gloved hands.]

If you throw a rock in Thedas you'll probably hit an an Andrastian. Then they'll explain to you the goodness and light and mercy of their Lady Andraste, Bride of the Maker. Then ask you why you threw a rock at them. [There's an awful lot of eye-rolling involved here.]

[snackooed]

Ah, we have fanatics like that back where I come from, too. They knock on the door and explain their faith, and they try to get you to take their books...

[ Definitely a bit of a nuisance for everyone involved... ]

Not much we can really do about them, but it's definitely a pain when they come by bright and early on a Sunday morning, when you're just looking to sleep in a little.

[bogwife]

Less fanatics and more the world's main religion that I want as little to do with as possible and the feeling is quite mutual.

They do have lovely songs and even lovelier lay brothers though.

Garden

[lovelikeyou]

Oh, Zerinda! Here you are!

[Rose was looking for you!]

Are you enjoying the garden?

[bogwife]

Rose! [Zerinda gleefully pops up from the flowerbed with a small handful of daisies in her hands.] I had no idea how much I'd been dying for actual greenery until this week. Real grass, Rose! Real trees!

[lovelikeyou]

I knoooow~! Isn't it wonderful?

[bogwife]

Throw in a few squirrels and maybe a fennec and I'd never leave. [Meanwhile Princess, happy as a clam and in a sopping wet tutu, comes sprinting over to excitedly headbutt straight into Rose's leg. Hello, Large Lady!]

[lovelikeyou]

Oh, hello!

[Rose giggles, stooping down to pet Princess.]

What a cute little tutu!

[bogwife]

[wiggle wiggle wiggly nug, she's so excited!!]

I've never raised a nug who loved clothes as much as she does. It's so refreshing! Yeeees, it is, yeeesss it is, Princess Peachy.

[lovelikeyou]

[Rose giggles, and then remembers her mission.]

Oh! I brought you something! [Let her...I don't know where she's keeping this, her hair again? Anyway, she produces a a crocheted bird!] Since you liked Stripes so much!

[bogwife]

[OH NO...SHE MAY CRY...]

Rose! This looks so good! [She takes the bird gingerly and hugs it to her chest.] You made it yourself?