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. ]

Comments

[mouflon]

[ Rin spends the first half of her day in the craft room, which might strike some unusual, given that she hasn't even looked at the room twice before now. What's more unusual, though, is the sight of her reason for being here: some sort of machete/shotgun hybrid, laid out on the table in front of her. Rin hasn't ever used a sewing machine before, but she has needed to patch up cloth on her own, so she's hard at work with a needle, thread, and several long strips of cloth. Early on, it might be hard to see how her art project relates to the weapon, but sooner or later, it starts to take shape in the form of a sling holster.

Once she's done with that, and her new best friend is securely affixed to her back, she swings by the art room. That project is far less inscrutable, and it doesn't take her long until she has returned to the lounge to post the following message on the wall: ]

MEETING TOMORROW, IN HERE, 2:00 PM
YOU KNOW THE DRILL BY NOW

[ Afterward, Rin spends most of her time in the new wing of the facility. Part of that time is spent in the second living space, investigating the... roleplaying games, with a faintly befuddled expression on her face. Her other haunt seems to be the kitchen, where she spends a lot of time painstakingly browsing the ingredients. Some of them even wind up lined up on the counter! ]

Craft room

[bolderfell]

Huh. A lot of those have been coming out of the machine.

[Therion's here for the Gun Show.]

[mouflon]

What, this in particular? [ There is no way this weapon is realistically practical, but if the way Rin is smiling is any indication, she's, like, in love with it. ] If that's the case, I've gotta ask where everyone's been hiding them. I haven't caught anyone with anything like it.

[bolderfell]

No, the knife is new. But same general shape. Some are toys, I think. Too light. Kind of like what you were playing with in the arcade, but larger.

[But one is loaded and deadly.]

[mouflon]

Makes sense, I guess. If I've got one, then it stands to reason that it isn't the only one here. I'm not sure if that's good or bad to hear—but hey, I can't complain so long as I have mine, can I?

[bolderfell]

Guess not. I could bring you one or two, if you'd like to make a trade. I have five.

[Of the toys, he means.]

[mouflon]

Five of them?!

[ She... assumes he's talking about real guns, clearly. ]

[bolderfell]

They keep me well supplied with coin for the machine. Guess they don't want me stealing too much from the facility itself.

[mouflon]

Yeah, or you're just lucky. It's not like I'm short on coins, but most of what I've gotten is just... a bunch of junk.

[ There is a faint note of offense in her tone with those last words. ]

[bolderfell]

Always happy to take anything you don't want off your hands.

[One girl's junk is a garbage man's treasure.]

[mouflon]

Then you're welcome to it. Though, I've gotta say, I don't know what you could possibly want with a snow globe or one of those little statues...

[bolderfell]

Wonder if the kiln gets hot enough to melt them down. Bronze has its uses.

[mouflon]

True... I wonder if you'd be able to make use of it with the tools we have here, though.

[ Still, it's... a thought?

Maybe someone should stop them before Rin suggests they try it. ]

kitchen

[lovelikeyou]

[There is now a large cat in the building.





Which is to say that Lion has arrived to bat some of these ingredients off the counter.]

[mouflon]

[ !

Despite Rose's cavalier attitude toward Lion running around unleashed, Rin is not wholly comfortable with a wild predator being in the kitchen! And she's even less comfortable with trying to make one stop playing with the food. Still, it looks like she no choice...! ]

H-hey, stop that...! I need that!

[ She calls out from the opposite end of the room. ]

[lovelikeyou]

[Yes, but have you considered: spice bottles skitter across the ground in a super fun way when you bat them.

Lion bats a spice bottle across the floor and immediately pounces on it again.]

[mouflon]

Whuaaa—!

[ Rin jumps back against the wall and makes a noise that is definitely a squeal. ]

S-seriously, cut it out! Or else I'll have to go tell Rose you're being a bad kitty!

[lovelikeyou]

[Lion abandons his chase to stare at Rin. You know, with them big ol' cat eyes.]

[mouflon]

[ hhhh ]

Yeah, you heard me. [ Rin takes a small, shuffling step closer. ] Now get out of here, I'm trying to cook.

[lovelikeyou]

[Sucks for you, because it's time to get sniffed by a lion!

This would be about when Rose walks in.]

Oh! Are you making friends?

[mouflon]

[ Rin freezes up. So it's probably a good thing Rose interrupts when she does! ]

H-he... He's been getting in the way! Tell him to leave my food alone.

[lovelikeyou]

Oh, I'm sorry! He's never been in a kitchen before.

[She'll just go over to pick up the bottle.]

I think he wants you to pet him. [That's probably what the up-close staring is, anyway.]

[mouflon]

[ She guesses that makes sense, now that she thinks about it—but before she can say that, Rose says that he wants to be pet. Rin visibly recoils. ]

Pet...? But, he's a lion! There's all sorts of stories about people trying to keep lions as pets and getting mauled by them...!

[lovelikeyou]

I don't keep him as a pet. He lives out in the desert! But he still likes to be scratched, don't you?

[Rose will give you scratches, Lion.]

[mouflon]

Then that makes it even more dangerous for a human to just pet him, doesn't it? He's... He's a wild animal, not some tame little kitten.

[ ...However it looks right now. ]