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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[fivestagegod]

[So Birkin had managed to stay calm at the meeting; he'd kept himself together, everything had been fine, if a bit tense on his end.

He isn't altogether sure what he plans to do when he leaves; he finds himself at the infirmary again, because the setting is more or less familiar and it's somewhere to be that's in a weird location a decent distance from everyone else, and when he walks in he's fine for approximately two seconds before he calmly approaches the crash cart and rather abruptly flips the goddamn thing, sending it to its side on the floor.

(It's fine, if you're concerned about him breaking something on it; the fucking defibrillators don't work.)

So that was...loud, probably louder than he intended it to be, but it seems to have gotten something out of his system; he's still deeply agitated but he's just going to go mess with the scalpels and other surgical tools. Not taking any of them, just obsessively organizing.

He's not doing too great.

It's not the sort of "not doing too great" that's going to put him on the laundry room floor again; rather, he seems more angry than upset. He'll be in the aquarium later, perched up on top of the shark tank again; he doesn't seem any calmer, but it's somewhere to be and the sharks are something to look at, and it's somewhere that doesn't exactly manage to shut his brain off but at the very least it encourages a lack of thought about much in particular.]

infirmary

[nothingcanstop]

[ Before adventuring with Therion, Della... Well. She's worried. Just taking a bit of a gander down the new area when she hears the crash. It brings her to the infirmary in an instant. ]

What's going on, is everything...?!

[ ...Seeing who's here, the whole thing, she trails off and takes everything in with a solemn understanding. ]

...Hi, William. Do you want someone to talk to, or something to do?

[fivestagegod]

[He's currently completely disregarding whatever the hell he just did to the crash cart over there and has moved over to the cabinets, rearranging supplies and just keeping his eyes there rather than shifting his attention to Della any; he doesn't seem like he can be fucked to correct her alarm, though the question that follows seems to make him bristle some, the tension visible as it floods his system, though he doesn't stop what he's doing.]

I'm fine.

[The tension is in his words as well, though he isn't yelling; he's obviously furious, but this is something completely different to any sort of anger he's shown before. It isn't flippant, and it isn't the shouting that one of the previous motives got out of him; this is just cold, and it's even, and it's very, very distant.]

[nothingcanstop]

[ Alright, well... She walks in, a little slowly. ]

And that cart turned itself over. [ There's no sarcasm, nothing like...mocking or casual. ] I know what not-fine looks like.

[fivestagegod]

I said I'm fine, Della.

[It's still distant, but there's a tight amount of control to it. Too tight, maybe. Overwound-spring sorts of tight. He's still not looking at her.]

I'm a little stressed out. That's all.

[nothingcanstop]

[ She frowns, not really approaching as she is...observing. She hasn't been in here before, after all. The obvious question is there, it's...right there, but, he pulled back from the direct approach.]

Always organize scalpels when you're stressed? ...Genuine question.

[fivestagegod]

...Better than putting them in someone, isn't it?

[That's...yikes, um. That probably isn't great.]

[nothingcanstop]

[ Indeed pretty yikes! ]

...I'd sure say so. [ She takes a pause while looking over the blood bank. ] If you wanna just...destroy something, I get that. You don't- you can just do that.

[fivestagegod]

I don't know if that would be enough.

[...He's a piece of work again today, just in a different direction entirely this time.]

What do you want, Della.

aquarium

[lovelikeyou]

[Well, Rose is primarily in here to take Lion for some entertainment again - staring at fish is a harmless activity that keeps him from doing weird giant housecat stuff at other people - but when she sees Birkin, well. She's been worried about him since this afternoon anyway.]

Hi. How are you doing up there?

[fivestagegod]

[Oh, hey Rose. He seems a bit less likely to just kind of snap or something than he was feeling earlier, but he's not really making a whole lot of eye contact and he seems weirdly blank. Like something in his head has just switched off for now.]

Doing all right. You?

[lovelikeyou]

...I'm okay.

[Hm. She doesn't quite know what to make of this apparent mood of his.]

I didn't look at mine yet. Maybe I won't. I don't know.

[fivestagegod]

Might be better if you don't. Even if you think you know what might be in there.

[lovelikeyou]

[Rose folds her arms, leaning against the side of the tank. It's funny, talking to him when he's above her like that.]

Jasper already told me some things. She's from fifteen years in my future - if we aren't from parallel universes or something.

[That's an idea Rin floated to her. Rose would certainly prefer that, but...she sort of doesn't think she can rely on it.]

But now that I know, I can go back and make things different already. Try to stop things before they happen. So...I don't need to look. Even if it's something different, it might not happen anyway, right? [.....] We could all try to change what it said, now that we know.

[Although, of course, she does know that some things can't really be avoided through one person's actions.]

[fivestagegod]

I know.

[He shrugs a bit.]

Even if I change what happens, it's...

[...]

I don't know. It's not going to end well, either way.

[lovelikeyou]

.....is it anything you could get help with?

[fivestagegod]

[......]

I was dying. Before I came here. That's the last thing I remember.

The thing in the envelope is worse than that. So letting myself die is the good option.

[It's all said calmly, evenly. That weird blankness is still there.]

Infirmary

[ladygeryon]

[Nira shows up after the cart-flipping, and watches him organize for a while.]

Need any help with that? [She's moving to put the cart back upright anyways.]

[fivestagegod]

No.

[It's tense, and it's cold, and there's something in it that isn't usually there. Either way, he doesn't seem particularly well; he doesn't move to look at Nira any, he just focuses on the task at hand; he doesn't seem bothered by Nira doing stuff with the cart, that's fine, as long as he isn't approached directly.]

[ladygeryon]

Alright. [She lets him work while she starts putting everything that was on the cart back on it, slowly.] I'll put this back in the corner, then. [She's moving it to one of the corners further from where he's working.]

[fivestagegod]

[He appreciates this, in some way - that she's not trying to push him, that she's doing stuff but working around him and telling him what she's doing. Makes him less jumpy, anyway, albeit no less agitated.]

...I'll be able to focus more. Once this godforsaken week is over.

[ladygeryon]

I understand. [She pushes the cart back into a corner, coiling up the various electrical lines so hopefully no one will trip on them.] There's nothing particularly urgent to handle here anyways, right? [At least, not currently.]

[fivestagegod]

Not right now.

[He's still keeping his eyes on the scalpels, but he seems to be breathing a bit easier, at least.]

If that changes, I want to know, though. I'm not going to be useless.

[ladygeryon]

I think you've been quite helpful so far. You've pretty much always been the one to bring us together for these meetings, after all.

[fivestagegod]

...I'm pretty invested in getting us out of here alive. I don't like the idea of doing nothing; I'm doing what I can.