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. ]

Comments

[bolderfell]

[Pfft.]

Always been a fast learner, Miss Master Painter.

[He relaxes into his seat again, content to idle and watch. So what colors is she painting this particular Cait, by the by? ;)]

[philoxenia]

[ Her cheeks turn a little red, but she doesn't dismiss the compliment like she might've before. Instead, she huffs a little. ]

Well, I've earned that title, thank you very much. And I don't doubt that at all. You have to be adaptive, right?

[ This lil friend is grey! With ice-blue eyes, and a blue cloak, mixed with a little bit of purple. ]

[bolderfell]

[Chuckle.] Right.

[Aw, cute. ...The Cait, obviously. I mean, what else here could possibly be described as cute?]

Wouldn't last long if I wasn't flexible. And I enjoy the occasional challenge. Keeps me on my toes.

[philoxenia]

[ Definitely the Cait.

She lets out a quiet laugh. ]

That makes sense. Speaking of challenges, we still have one ahead of us--in the kitchen.

[ She hasn't forgotten! ]

[bolderfell]

We do. Got a date in mind?

[philoxenia]

Hmm... How do you feel about tomorrow? And then afterward, we can put it all to use and make lunch.

[ ... Tuesdays are probably not the best time, after all. ]

[bolderfell]

I'll make room in my schedule. [Hang on.] What time?

[Mira Delacroix, are you making Mr. Like a Thief in the Night get up before noon?]

[philoxenia]

[ His greatest challenge.... ]

Ten... or eleven? Though, I'm not particularly attached to any certain time. Whatever works best for you, really.

[bolderfell]

...In the morning.

[...]

I can do eleven.

[philoxenia]

Eleven it is, then.

[ Bless you, Therion. This is truly character development. ]

We'll meet there, and I'll be sure to have plenty of potatoes ready.