WEEK 6

[bathymetric]

Another week, another three lost - and this time all to one murder case. And that's to say nothing of the execution, or whatever went on with that ouija board that still sits in the library... strange things are afoot in the facility, and some of them not even your captor seems fully equipped to explain.

The other of the two doors in the main living area finally opens after another lost Saturday, and what lies beyond is... strange, to say the least. Looks like there's no shortage of changes, even in the architecture. It certainly seems like you should have gotten something like this before the water park at the very least, don't you think?

Angel's still out and about at night, if you want to be found. And who knows what else you might find if you're out alone? Apparently, you might have a ghost on your hands.



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[ooc: Welcome to Week 6! If you want Angel or to try your hand at the ouija, please make sure to note in your toplevel, same as an investigation! AC is over here, regains are here, and, well...

You've all got a new app on your devices! Use it wisely. ]

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MOTIVE

[bathymetric]

Meeting room, now, if you would be so kind.

[ It’s been a few days since you’ve heard The Professor, but he seems to still be a little annoyed after the technical difficulties he experienced on Friday, or at least he’s absolutely refusing to mince words.

Once you get there, you’ll find Angel handing out envelopes and once in a while looking bitterly at the screen - except these ones are double-sealed. An envelope inside of an envelope. ]

So. You all had a lot to say about me using your pasts to tempt you towards murder. Not much of it kind, but lucky for you all I have a thick skin about this sort of thing. So let’s think more… forwardly, shall we?

Inside each of these envelopes is an event from your future, in description and a photograph or two. A great tragic mistake or consequence. If you would like to know how you can avoid it, please be sure to kill someone by the usual appointed day.

Now, back to your regularly scheduled milling about.

[ And the screen and speaker clicks off! ]

[ ooc: A NOTE ABOUT THIS MOTIVE! If your character is from the end of their canon, or if you don’t want to accurately spoil them, or if for any other reason you don’t want to give an accurate picture in the envelope, feel free to get a little creative! A non-canon bad end is fine too, or failing that get in touch with the mods and we can figure something out. ]

[emberserker]

Oh, don't give me that nonsense --

[Anna opens her envelopes up. She falls silent, gaping, pupils shrinking as she trembles. She stuffs the motive back into the envelope and marches out of the room.]

[bolderfell]

[Looks like the fifth time's the charm. This week, Therion finally manages to master his curiosity, tucking the envelope-in-an-envelope under his cloak to instead watch everyone else.]

[mouflon]

[ Usually, Rin stays quiet during these, more or less. This time is different, though. When she opens the envelope, before she's even had time to read a world, she flinches, and her face pales. ]

As if— As if any of us would take your word for it!

[ And she doesn't want to hear whatever anyone might say in return. She jams the contents of her envelope back in side and whirls on her heels, making a dash for the door. ]

[fivestagegod]

[He thinks he knows what he's going to see if he looks; he thinks he's prepared for it.

He's wrong.

He opens the envelope and at first whatever he's looking at doesn't even seem to register; he's got a couple of photographs and he's looking between them and when it finally seems to click he freezes up.

He freezes and he's shaking a little and just. Oh. Oh, this is...]

Fuck this.

[Yeahno. Bye.]

[nothingcanstop]

[ Della looks at the envelope. She looks at the...rather poor reactions people are having.

She decides to pocket it, instead. We're...not having a repeat of last week.

[lovelikeyou]

[Rose looks pretty torn about opening the envelope. On one hand, she remembers how horrible the first week was, and she knows that Jasper has dropped some pretty alarming hints about what could be in the future. On the other, she is extremely impulsive and not prone to thinking before she acts.

In the end, though, avoidance wins out, and she exits the room without opening it. Maybe it's better to just not think about these things.]

[ladygeryon]

[Nira just crumples the letter in her hand while glaring at the screen.]

And how the hell'd you learn that, huh?

[bogwife]

[She shouldn't look. She really shouldn't look. Sure, she's dabbled in divination at home but none of it had had any kind of concrete answers like would undoubtedly be in the envelope...

She opens the envelope. Immediately all color drains from her face as she flips from one photograph to the other before her eyes scan the description. Zerinda doesn't make a sound as she crumples everything in her hands and runs from the meeting room, looking outright nauseous.]

[blackmass]

[okay this one he had to see]

...Very funny. Your sense of humor needs work.

[hardnosed]

[ Avoidance is weakness, and it's also what Rose is doing. If anything, all this means is that she'll be able to avoid what's coming. She's not soft and afraid, she won't be cowed by this.

She opens it.

The envelope trembles in her fists for a few seconds before she crushes it and all its contents between them. The next second, she's heading for the door, on track to plow over absolutely everyone in her path. ]

[archboxer]

Seteth already warned me of the war, this is pointless, Professor.

[She looks anyways. ...Who let Julius in here? Surely someone must have judging by the sheer amount of growling that is filling up the room. Like, actual growling.]

He lied! [And there goes the pope.]

[valentinus]

[ Once he's handed the envelope, he heard the Professor begin talking.

Rip.

Vincent continued to rip his uh...double-sealed envelope into pieces even through the man's words. Then, he left to find the nearest trash barrel or to set it on fire. Whichever felt more his fancy at the moment. ]