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?



SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[ 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! ]

Comments

[nothingcanstop]

[ Who's Fine (Probably)? Della. Absolutely Della. She's been socializing, she's been out and about, she's been...

Going through the motions, since Tuesday.

It's nothing...too obvious? But by the time Thursday rolls around, she's a bit more on edge, or...annoyed? She's annoyed by something. Spends the morning annoyed in the workshop. There's some nuts and bolts to help fasten wood together, so, it would stand to reason... ]

A-ha. There you are.

[ She's going to spend some time getting two wrenches and...a rope, it seems, fastened together. Strange.

At some point, she figures it's time to do some time at the vending machine. That's how she ends up with an interesting collection of poison and knickknacks. And. Uh.

That sure is a child-sized watermelon. Just. Laying there.

Della finds herself staring at it for a good few minutes and then abruptly leaning out the door and calling out: ] Hey, got someone's weird emotional support watermelon in here! Come claim it, or its mine! ...Maybe!

[ It's probably fine.

You know what else is probably fine? Della standing in the cartography room, looking up at that big boat hanging from the ceiling. She's more...judging height, than anything? Trying to find a good angle for...something. Whatever she's doing with that rope and wrench contraption is probably fine.

...Even when she tries throwing it! Oh! That's some right arm!

It falls a bit short of her obvious intended target, the boat, and she clicks her tongue. ]

Needs a bit more elevation... Maybe if I can drag a crate in here, that'll work it...

[ She spends quite some time here, trying different angles. Muttering. Just muttering. ]

cartography

[fivestagegod]

[...Well. This certainly does appear to be happening. He'll be polite(?) and not like. Ask her if she wants to be picked up. Would that be rude, he's pretty sure it'd be rude.]

I was wondering if I'd find you in here. I was looking for you.

[nothingcanstop]

[ It would probably be rude.

One eye shut, she tries lining up the wrench-thing. ]

Looking for me. Huh. Alright. What's the deal?

[fivestagegod]

Believe it or not, I'm not allergic to seeking out company from time to time.

[......]

Also, I'm pretty sure I got something of yours out of the vending machine earlier. Weird outfit. Elf ears were involved.

[nothingcanstop]

[ At that she directs her full attention, shoulders drooping and mouth dropping open for a moment. ]

Oh, what, that went in there...?! Professor, when will your creepy collecting end? [ A light, slow groan. ]

[fivestagegod]

It's absolutely the worst. Do you want that back, or...?

[...]

What's it for, anyway.

[nothingcanstop]

[ ... ]

Okay so first of all you cannot laugh, because we all have our hobbies, and this is cool, in some circles.

excuse me ma’am that’s my emotional support watermelon

[hardnosed]

[ Unfortunately for Della, and indeed everyone, Jasper knows the word watermelon now! Thanks, Mira. Thanks a lot.

She’s stalking down the hall with more than a few coins of her own when Della sticks her head out, so to enter the vending machine room is just a logical next step. Once she’s in there: ]

Oh. [ She crosses her arms across her chest. ] Rose made that.

[nothingcanstop]

[ This is sure going to be a thing! Della looks from Jasper to the watermelon. ]

Oh! Oh, should I, uh...track her down?

[hardnosed]

[ She appears to seriously think it over, which is definitely born of concern for Rose!! ]

Do what you want. But since I recognize it, she might not. I'm years ahead of her.

[nothingcanstop]

You are...? Oh. [ This is...news! ] That must be kinda weird... So, this is a thing she made recently? A...little round watermelon kid?

[ Like no judgment but huh, at least Donald's emotional support watermelon was just a mouse head he could hold. ]

[hardnosed]

Not just this one. There's a whole colony of them on some island in the middle of nowhere. It's ridiculous. [ ... ] Tell me you haven't seen this one move.

[nothingcanstop]

A...a colony...?! [ ROSE??? ] No! No, not at all, it's been uh...still as anything. Kind of creepily. You- it's normally alive?

Vending Machine

[ladygeryon]

...huh. [Nira leans in to peer at it.] I don't think that's one of Piers' Pokemon.

[It's a legitimate concern!]

[nothingcanstop]

Is it a Pokemon? Do they usually just. Sit there like that.

[ladygeryon]

Some prefer spending time immobile, especially some Grass-types like this probably would be. It's just...normally they're not so human-shaped. [Nira reaches out to prod the watermelon cautiously.]

[nothingcanstop]

[ The watermelon moves not. ]

...I don't know how to tell you, Nira, but this is fruit, not grass.

[ladygeryon]

Well, yeah. Grass-types can include all kinds of plants, and that also includes fruits, of course.

[nothingcanstop]

I don't think I'm ever gonna understand Pokemon, but I'll roll with it.

cartography

[mouflon]

[ Rin has also come up here today, this time with an altas for crosschecking! She stops when she sees what Della is doing, though. ]

You think there might be more up in that boat, then?

[nothingcanstop]

Eh. [ Still focused on the boat. ] Maybe. I just don't like being barred from something.

[mouflon]

[ ...

There's a small giggle. ]

Hey, fair enough. I can't say I don't know the feeling. Especially not where this place is concerned.

[nothingcanstop]

[ She hums and hms, looking from the boat to... ] Maybe if I climb on Shelley's... Eh, that'd probably be a bit rude.

Really, testing my grappling hook skills is never a bad thing. ...I can stop while you're here, though, wouldn't wanna...you know, bean anyone on the head.

[mouflon]

...What, Della, are you looking to stand on someone's shoulders?

[ she heard that!! ]

[nothingcanstop]

Never said that, never said that! [ She has some dignity!! ] Just didn't know if I should use the, uh...the what do you humans call it, the Michelangelo? To, you know, climb.