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

[fivestagegod]

Sorry about whatever the Professor did to unfuck the machine.

[Machine's no longer haunted.

Birkin is also no longer giving a single damn about politeness with language in front of people, but that is surely also fine.]

So why do you know this place better than most? If you were with the last group. Did you get further than this?

[bathymetric]

A-T-R-I-A-L-W-E-N-T-T-O-S-H-I-T
N-E-X-T-T-H-I-N-G-I-K-N-O-W-I-M-H-E-R-E
I-N-S-I-D-E-F-A-C-I-L-I-T-Y

[fivestagegod]

...Great.

So you're technically literally in here with us, we just can't interact with you outside of some sort of third party material being involved. You can see us, we can't see you. Is that about it?

[bathymetric]

S-O-M-E-T-H-I-N-G-L-I-K-E-T-H-A-T
D-O-N-T-K-N-O-W-W-H-Y-O-U-I-J-A-W-O-R-K-S
B-U-T-G-I-F-T-H-O-R-S-E-S-A-N-D-M-O-U-T-H-S-E-T-C

[fivestagegod]

Yeah, I'm sure.

[...]

Obviously we need some sort of outside help, seeing as we're doing a great job destroying ourselves. At the same time, we do reserve the right to veto whatever it is you've come up with.

I'm just as on board with saying "fuck that guy" as anyone else. But it's kind of a risk versus reward thing at this point.

[bathymetric]

O-F-C-O-U-R-S-E
I-T-S-M-O-R-E-A-S-E-R-I-E-S-O-F-G-O-A-L-S-A-N-Y-W-A-Y

[fivestagegod]

As long as we're on the same page. We can't exactly stand to lose many of us at this point.

[bathymetric]

I-W-O-N-T-A-S-K-Y-O-U-G-U-Y-S-T-O-D-I-E
D-O-N-T-W-O-R-R-Y

[fivestagegod]

[He sounds kind of amused at that, really.]

Oh, I definitely don't think you're going to ask us to die. The problem is more that our luck is shit.

[bathymetric]

R-I-G-H-T
W-I-L-L-K-E-E-P-T-H-A-T-I-N-M-I-N-D