WEEK 7

[bathymetric]

Another Saturday gone and just like that you wake on Sunday, down five of your number. The largest dent taken out of you at once so far - it's surely noticeable, the head count being cut by a third. Almost enough to make you wonder how many of you will even be left by the next motive or two. Surely this isn't a sustainable rate for body counts to increase... right?

There's a new and, it looks like, final wing of the building to explore, bringing everything full circle. Maybe you'll get some more answers to some of the questions and mysteries of this place there - or at least, you can certainly hope for them. Time to turn your investigative eyes towards one last batch of rooms, who knows what you might find?

Angel remains around at night, her appearances much more common now that... well, she's certainly seen a downtick in necessary surveillance work, hasn't she? The app giving you a line to The Professor remains open, and well... whatever's going on with that ouija in the library continues to happen! You're not suffering from a shortage of leads, at least, even as things get more bizarre.

Something's going to have to give here, eventually. Right?



SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[ ooc: Welcome to your last player case week! AC is over here, regains as always are over here, and... well, enjoy! After this we get to take our big turn towards the Serious. ]

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MOTIVE

[bathymetric]

[ Despite the pile of bodies last week, it looks like you won’t be getting a reprieve from The Professor’s poking and prodding towards murder as his voice rings out on Tuesday like usual. ]

Meeting room, please. Some of you might actually like this one.

[ Once everyone’s gathered in the meeting room, you’re greeted by a bright flash from the screen that seems to fill the whole room in pure white. You can hear whispers of some kind under it, but it fades as quickly as it came. ]

This week, rather than threatening you, I’ve decided to give you a little reward. That flash should have partially undone the limitations put on your powers and abilities. They won’t work perfectly, but you deserve at least a little taste of normal by this point, don’t you? Don’t say I’ve never given you anything. And who knows? Kill and I might just give you back yours fully and then some.

[ And with that, he’s gone. Happy Tuesday?

As you try to access powers again, though, what he seems to have meant by “won’t work perfectly” is that they work, but they fluctuate greatly. Sometimes they function as normal, sometimes not at all, sometimes they’re just at full power without even being asked. Surely this won’t go wrong! ]

[bolderfell]

[Oh, snap. Therion does so immediately--snap his fingers, that is. And just as immediately, a burst of flame flickers into and then out of existence in front of him.

Boy oh boy. What has the Professor done.]

[philoxenia]

[ Oh no.

Mira turns absolutely white and once the Professor's said his thing, she books it the hell out of there. Goodbye! ]

[bogwife]

Wait, what- [The words barely leave Zerinda's mouth before her hands immediately catch fire and she yelps in surprise.

She hurls the fireball at the metal floor where it snuffs out almost immediately. She stares at the black smear left behind for a few seconds then around the room at everyone else, wide-eyed and horrified, before fleeing the meeting room.]

[mouflon]

[ Rin immediately bolts from the room, but not with distress. She looks delighted. ]

[ladygeryon]

[Nira lifts her walking stick, and for a moment an image of a sword shimmers into place around it. She lifts it, pointing directly at the screen with an intense look in her eyes.]

You're lucky you're behind there, you know.

[blackmass]

...

[Kirei said nothing, but also didn't exactly seem distressed. He frowned slightly as if in thought, looked to his hand, and then walked out in silence.]