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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[nothingcanstop]

[ It's all a bit much, isn't it? Even as she's talking and, then, listening, she can tell it was a bit much but she did...does need to talk about it, doesn't she? ]

...Yeah. It would probably just...make it harder for me to face myself than it already is, huh.

[ She runs a hand over her hair--she's missing her pilot's goggles today. ]

You don't have to talk me down, or anything. I already... I already accepted, that wouldn't even get me what I was hoping for. Even if I had the stomach for it. It's just... Even if it wouldn't happen like that. That lost decade, dangled in front of my face. [ A rough, tired sigh. ] Fuck the Professor.

[fivestagegod]

...Look, I'm not here to talk you down or anything. I've always meant what I said about that.

[And even if he has said it before, there's something more even about it now. Not gentle, because he's not a gentle person, but something closer to it.]

If something happens and you decide you want to go for it, I'm not going to hate you. I won't forgive you, and I won't be a nice guy about it. But I won't hate you, and I can respect the attempt.

So I'm not really here to try to influence you one way or another, because that's not really something I do. But I can agree with you on hating the Professor, and I can give you someone to talk to for a while. You don't like being alone and all. I get that.

[He's trying, okay.]

[nothingcanstop]

[ She's quiet for a moment, contemplating that, perhaps? She's been in her own head a lot, since Tuesday. ]

That simple, huh? [ She manages a smile, or at least...somewhat of one. ] Thanks, William. That's...a lot more than I could ask for. Ah, before, there. I keep dreaming I'm back there. More than I have, since... Well, since I got myself home.

[ Her gaze has drifted somewhere higher up. The boat? Or, maybe she's not looking at anything, not really. Not anything there. ]