unknownseas | WEEK 6

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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[ 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.

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

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

[ 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.

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.

To see if there's anything I can do to help.

[ It's simple, and honest. ]

I had a rough time of things last week. I want to do something this one, if I can.

[He's quiet for a moment at that.]

...I'll be all right once this weekend is over. I won't be useless to all of you, but I don't know if anything can really be done about this.

Do you want to know what it is? The motive for me this week.

[Again, it's calm but tensely and deliberately so; he seems to be trying to not just bite her head off, at least.]

[ She takes another few steps over. Her voice is calm as well, but gentle. ]

I didn't want to just out and out ask. I care less about you being useless as I do, well...you being alright. But...if you want to talk about it, I'll listen.

[He's quiet for a moment, just...keeping his hands busy while he considers; after a moment he pulls the envelope out, sets it on the counter, and uses one of the scalpels to cut off the lower portion of the written description. That part he keeps; the top section and one of the pictures, however, he'll pass over.

The image is of Annette and Sherry; they're in a dim, poorly-lit room with large windows, though the windows don't seem to be leading outside - the light in the room is the weird, filtered quality that so many rooms here seem to have, though with less water refraction. Very obviously shining into some large, dark area; he did say during the first week here that he's used to working underground.

What matters, however, is probably their positioning. Sherry is lying on what looks like an exam table of some sort, pale and with eyes closed, skin slick with fever; Annette is sitting on a chair next to her, her upper body slumped against the table, her normally pristine white clothes stained with blood centered around her abdomen and the lower part of her chest, pooling into her lap. The bloodied portions of her clothes are also covering portions of her body that seem obviously...wrong, in a way that people usually aren't - like her ribs and organs there were somehow crushed inwards.

The portion of the description he hands over is fairly simple, all things considered. Straightforward.

Dr. Birkin becomes one of the infected. Acting under the virus' influence, he proceeds to murder his wife and profoundly infect their daughter.]

[ There's a lot to take in. There's a very lot to take in. The picture, showing his family and not him, for one--but that's to be expected, right? He was just about dead, from what he recalls. But how could...

The description makes a lot click together. His knowledge of immortals and undead as demonstrated during Alice's trial, for one. And... ]

But... [ She sounds a little short of breath. ] But you were... [ His wife. His daughter. The sight of them like that. ] Oh my god.

Yeah.

[He seems pretty blank still. Just giving his hands something to do.]

So I'm pretty messed up right now. I'll be fine after this week is over. Once all of this has passed, and I don't need to think about it anymore. I'm going to be kind of useless in the interim, sorry about that.

[ Della immediately shakes her head. Her gaze keeps going to the photo. ] What, are you kidding me? Just staying alive right now, that's being useful, okay? With all of this... No one could expect you to be 100% right now. I... [ ... ] I sure know I wouldn't be, if it were me.

It's going to be okay.

[He sounds like he's not sure how much he believes that, but for the time being the words are going to have to be enough.]

It's messing me up pretty bad, sure. That much is obvious. But it'll sort itself out one way or another. The motive itself isn't... It's not something I wasn't to go after.

...I'm gonna talk to Angel. I'm gonna find out how accurate these predictions are.

[ From the sound of her voice, it's not asking for her, this time. ]

And...whatever answer she gives... This hasn't happened. It...it doesn't have to. Alright?

...I fully intend to ask myself. Don't worry about it on my behalf. Whatever answer I get, then that's...

[...]

It'll work out.

[ Della doesn't want to...you know, approach him? Like, he's not the physical reassurance kind of guy. But, she still tries to put herself in...well, in viewing range, at least. ]

...It doesn't have to be now, but...if there's anything I can do. Anything at all. Please... I'd want to know. I'm... I'm here for you.

[He's quiet for a moment; he finally looks over at her, albeit seeming a bit bleary when he does.]

I'd appreciate not being alone right now, then.

[ She knows now she made a good choice, trusting her gut. Exploration with Therion can wait for a little. That's okay. She offers a comforting smile. ]

For as long as you need me, I'll be right here.

[That...it doesn't relax him, exactly, but he does nod a bit. Acknowledging.]

...Thanks.

You're very welcome.

[ She'll just. Sort some medical tools herself, to have something to do. ]

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