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?



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[ 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. ]

Comments

[philoxenia]

[ After the event in the library, Mira grabs some paper and a pen and goes... well. Where there are no cameras!! That's a normal place to write some notes. She folds them all up, then slips one under each door--of those who are, you know, still alive. On the outside, she's written Don't read this where a camera can see you.

We need to meet in one of the rooms with no cameras; tomorrow, preferably, as usual. I contacted the being who's behind the red text... or they contacted me, more like. I'll bring the board. They want to speak to us, they have a plan that involves us, and with more people, they believe there should be a stronger connection.

--Mira

... And with that done, for most of the day, she's in the kitchen baking some cookies. Or she's reading a book, but this is where she lives for now. ]

Kitchen

[ladygeryon]

[Oh hey, here's Rori again. She's walking on her hind legs this time, but her movements are quite delicate as she enters, snuffling slowly as she tries to figure out what that tasty smell is.]

[philoxenia]

[ Hey there, Rori! Mira smiles a little; she's in a significantly better mood today, apparently. ]

Hello there. ... I'd offer you a cookie, but... can you have them?

[ladygeryon]

[Rori nods and opens her mouth, even pointing at it with one stony hand to make it clear what her intentions are.]

[philoxenia]

Hmmm. I guess one wouldn't hurt... Here.

[ And she'll toss one up for Rori to snatch! ]

[ladygeryon]

Rhy! [She snaps the cookie right out of the air with a crunch, chews for a bit, then gives a happy thumbs-up. Having hands is so useful.]

Kitchen

[bolderfell]

[It's eleven. He's here. He looks even more tousled bedhead-y than usual, somehow, but he is upright and his eyes are maybe open a little bit and he has deigned to exist at this godawful hour of morning.]

Hey.

[philoxenia]

[ Luckily for Therion, there's a mug of something on the counter. Has he had coffee before? ... Hm. She takes a sip of her own, though. ]

Good morning. If you'd like coffee, I made some.

[bolderfell]

What's coffee.

[He picks it up to sniff and makes an uncertain face.]

...Something like chocolate?

[philoxenia]

[ She blinks... and then hums lightly. ]

Sort of. It's bitter and strong if you don't add anything to it, but for a lot of people, it'll wake you up. I usually add a bit of sugar and milk to mine, but I've added chocolate before, and it's definitely my favorite way to have it.

[bolderfell]

[He hears all that, considers a moment, and then just drinks the coffee as is. Black like his soul.]

Hmm.

[He covers a yawn with his other hand and looks around for the promised potatoes.]

What're we making, anyway.

[philoxenia]

[ Amazing. Mira clears her throat and takes a drink of hers, before gesturing to the pile of potatoes in the sink. ]

Potato soup--warm, and filling. And it'll require a lot of potatoes.

[bolderfell]

[Whistle.]

How much are we making.

[philoxenia]

Hmm... enough?

[ She hands him a peeler. ]

Enough for everyone to have a bowl or two, if they would like.

[bolderfell]

...Uhh, what is this.

[He turns the peeler this way and that, hums skeptically when he divines its purpose, and then walks over to the knife block.]

Nothing wrong with a good old paring knife, you know.

[Therion carefully tests its sharpness and nods to himself.]

Really think everyone will eat?

[philoxenia]

[ Ah, right. ]

I'll stick with this one... I've never had much luck with a paring knife.

[ She lets out a hum. ]

... I'm not sure. But I hope so. And besides, even if they don't, you'll know how to make an excellent potato soup.

[bolderfell]

Heh. Won't everyone be impressed when I get back.

[He pulls a stool over. At the very least, he seems familiar enough with this process.]

Whenever you're ready, Miss Duckling.

[philoxenia]

You can tell them you learned from the best.

[ She lets out a little laugh, and grabs a stool of her own. ]

On the count of three, Mr. Thief?

[bolderfell]

Sure. Won't even cheat you.

[He takes a potato and settles in.]

One. Two. Three.

[And there he goes, straight into the coveted spiral technique. What even peeling! What poise!]

[philoxenia]

How sweet.

[ She'll do the same! ... And though she's not, you know, terrible, he still utterly destroys her, because she doesn't peel potatoes very often. She huffs out a little breath, but it's clear she's not too broken up. ]

Geez, you really weren't kidding....

[bolderfell]

[Heh. He's proud of himself, but he won't gloat.]

I do this a lot. For the group I travel with, anyway. On my own, there's not much point. I don't cook.

[philoxenia]

I'm sure they appreciate it. It's always nice to have a hand when you're cooking.

[ She sets her peeler down with a smile. ]

And now that you've beaten me thoroughly.... I owe you a favor. You can use it any time, honestly.

[bolderfell]

[He blinks, then laughs.]

Haha! Well, if we're being honest... I forgot we set stakes.

[Aela was the last person with whom he traded in favors. Remembering that, Therion glances aside. When he meets Mira's eyes, he's still smiling a little, but his voice is serious.]

How about... you do me the favor of not dying down here. Sound fair?

[philoxenia]

[ Oh... she laughs quietly, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of her eyes. She's smiling, too, but when she nods... it's with conviction. ]

I think that's fair. I'd like to see the end of this with you and everyone else, after all.

[ She stands, clapping her hands together. ]

Alright! Now that the potatoes are all peeled... why don't you use some more of that impressive knifework to cut them up for me?

[bolderfell]

[She's changed so much in so little time. She changed so much, despite everything around telling her to give up, to stop believing. What can he do but hope to follow?]

Can do.

[Can, and does.]