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]

You carved a whole dress? [ Okay, color her impressed. ]

[bolderfell]

[Snrk.]

No. Well, yeah. But this size.

[He holds his hands a short distance apart.]

Like a doll.

[nothingcanstop]

[ A light smile curls onto Della's face. ]

Ohhh. That...makes a lot more sense, doesn't it?

[bolderfell]

Probably need a whole tree to carve a life-size dress. For a human, anyway.

[He glances at her, then gives her as much time as it takes for him to turn off the burner, pour the melted mix into the bowl, and set it aside for the wax to congeal at the top. Only then does he ask.]

Are you... doing okay.

[nothingcanstop]

[ The question frankly surprises her so much she's stunned silent for a few moments. She sits a little taller. ]

Where'd that come from?

[bolderfell]

You just seem...

[Up he tugs the scarf.]

Not yourself.

[nothingcanstop]

[ ... ]

I've...been thinking about some things. In my own head a lot. I don't know if that's an issue for you, but-- but I don't do very well, when it's like that.

[bolderfell]

[Still holding the scarf, he blinks and looks at her.]

...Where else are you supposed to be.

[If you're not in your own head, then whose???]

[nothingcanstop]

[ A light, stammering noise, and she shakes her head. ]

I- I mean I'm stuck on some thoughts. I normally like to be...doing something, engaging in something. Just sitting here, thinking, that's not what I like.

[bolderfell]

...Well...

[He says it slowly and carefully, like he's handling something unknown and fragile.]

What's stopping you?

[nothingcanstop]

...Sometimes the thoughts are a bit too loud to drown out.

[bolderfell]

...In times like that, I like to go to an alehouse. Listen to other people's conversations. Maybe I do it chiefly to pick up rumors of wealth, weaknesses, and lazy guards, but even I can enjoy a good story for its own sake.

[nothingcanstop]

Get involved in someone else's life so you aren't thinking about your own? I like that thought. ...I don't much like being alone, you know. I think I'd do the same thing.

[bolderfell]

Well, I don't have Ema's skill with the bottles. Or for drawing out conversation.

[He waves a hand at his wax-rendering setup.]

But if you want to get yourself something to eat and drink, I'm not going anywhere for a while.

[nothingcanstop]

...I'd actually really like that, Therion. Thank you.