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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[bolderfell]

[The collar of his suit is not nearly enough to cover how embarrassed and... other feelings-ed he is. He looks away, twisting at one of the buttons on his shirt, before finally shaking his head, clearing his throat.]

...My apology's for... after Zelos's trial. I didn't... I'm sorry.

[nothingcanstop]

[ ...Oh. That's... Regarding him with a large amount of confusion, she shifts her position, so she's more sitting. ]

You don't have to. [ The confusion fades into something gentle. ] I...was the one to overstep a bit. Just because... Just because I know what I want in this situation doesn't mean that applies to everyone.

[bolderfell]

I already made it, all right? Can't exactly un-carve the thing. Do you want it or not?

[>:| !!]

[nothingcanstop]

[ Is he getting embarrassed...? Oh no. ]

I do, I do! I'll take it. I just wanted you to know there's already no hard feelings.

[bolderfell]

[Groan. You people and your feelings.]

Just don't let anyone take my things. I'll be right back.

[Therion, Theriaway!

And he comes back holding a small wooden egg, sanded smooth except for a band of geometrical carvings around its widest part and smelling a bit of honey. It should just about fit in her palm.]

Here. And you don't have to thank me. It was part of an apology, remember.

[nothingcanstop]

[ ;)

Della waits for him patiently and lights up with a smile upon seeing the little egg. The thank you is already at the tip of her tongue when Therion clarifies, and she bites it back, giving a light roll of her eyes. Instead, she'll take a look at the geometrical carvings. What are these? ]

It looks lovely. Looks like that wax paid off.

[bolderfell]

[They aren't anything, really. Triangles, lines, circles. She can use her imagination to pretend they're mountains or suns or things, but it just kinda seems like a random design to break up the smooth monotony. Make it fun to rub one's thumb over.]

Yeah. A couple of the people in my traveling party, they have... talismans of a sort. Something they do or touch before they start something, for luck. Figured an adventurer always needs as much luck as they can get.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Well, it does feel nice to the touch. She runs her fingers over it, smiling absently. ]

Uncle Scrooge's got something like that. The first dime- ah, the first coin he ever earned. It was...well, it was useless where he lived, when he was a boy. But, he used that motivation...how good it felt, to start earning more. I... Well, I never put much stock in my own luck. My cousin, Gladstone, he's the one who's got all that. Me, and my brother...well, the bad had to go somewhere, right? But... [ And she holds it tight in one hand, with the smallest of smiles. ] Luck from someone else. I think that sounds really nice, about now.

...It's very thoughtful, is what I'm saying. I love it.

[bolderfell]

[If she only thought he was getting embarrassed before, she can see for a fact he's embarrassed now. It's patently obvious in the way he folds one arm across his chest, shields the side of his face with his hand. His ear's a little red under the laundry room lights.]

Right. Anyway, it's yours. If you lose it, it's not that hard to make another, so don't worry about keeping it safe. Just let me know.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Well, for his sake, then, she tries very hard to keep the fond smile from her face.

Unable to, she settles for turning her attention to her laundry. ]

Alright...but, I'll keep this one safe. You have my word.