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. ]

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[nothingcanstop]

[ So this has been A DAY. Della, with no powers to regain, has been largely...support, for this day's motive. Before the meeting, she can be found around the kitch- haha no, fat chance, Della's in the living area. She's setting up an air hockey game, and trying to flag down anyone who seems to be. Well. A little distressed, or bored. ]

Hey. You know how to play? Want to take a minute?

[ After the meeting, she can be found, ah. Well, it's always the vending machine, isn't it. This time, however, she's talking to it! ]

Can you like. Explain? Anything? Why? Why this? Why another specialized sword, wasn't Chainsaw Excalibur enough? [ Della's surrounded by a collection of various items. In her hand is the huge fucking sword. Della, please, please stop handling huge fucking swords.

Anyway, there's a goddamn assault rifle on the ground, too.

It's late when she does get her stuff all packed up, at which point she's looking for Kirei. Again. God, why does this keep happening to her. ]

[blackmass]

[Good question. Probably because you're the sane one, comparatively.]

[Sure enough, Kirei was in the chapel as usual, because...yeah?]

...I take it you didn't exactly come here to pray for whatever reason.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Of course he is. ]

I mean... It's always nice to see some things I'm familiar with. [ Hey, Kirei! Have you noticed the tapestry of Greek Gods that are definitely various types of bird-people?! ] But, ah, no, you'd be correct. I got something for you.

[blackmass]

[HE HAS TRIED NOT TO hey let him tell you about the story of zeus and the swan--]

Another pointless trinket from the machine? I admit the Azoth dagger and my Black Keys have a use, but I doubt there's much else worthwhile in there.

[nothingcanstop]

[ fun fact did you know zeus was almost a swan before they all decided that would be Too Much ]

Uh. Well. [ Della crosses the chapel to him and holds out a photo. ] I didn't know you had a kid.

air hockey

[philoxenia]

[ God, absolutely. It's been a Day, indeed. ]

I'd love to. Anything to get my mind off of... [ well. u know. ] I haven't played in a while, though.

[nothingcanstop]

Oh, that's no problem! I haven't gotten around to it since... Well, for a long time, either. We can be rusty together.

[philoxenia]

[ She actually manages a smile, at least! ]

There's no one I'd rather be rusty with, Della.

[nothingcanstop]

We'll wanna keep part of me from getting rusty, at least. [ Is....she trying to make a joke..... She lifts her metal leg a bit with a half grin. ] That'd make it rather della-cate, eh? Eh??

[ n...o...... ]

vending machine

[mouflon]

Wow, some people have all the luck. [ Though, uh. The sight of Della with a sword bigger than she is is pretty funny! And... ]

Oh, hey. I think this is mine.

[ Rin says, extremely casually, as she picks up the assault rifle. ]

[nothingcanstop]

[ Tapping the vending machine...lightly, with the sword. ]

I guess the thing likes me. Apparently. [ A moment. She looks at what Rin picks up. ] ...Yeah. Yeah, that tracks.

[mouflon]

[ Rin checks the clip, because of course she does. ]

Empty, though. Damn. Oh well, I guess that means I'm sticking with this thing for a couple more weeks.

[ Oh yeah, have I mentioned she still carries that stupid machete-shotgun wherever she goes? ]

[nothingcanstop]

[ Of course she does. Della actually laughs, a little sharp and surprised. ]

You...just keep doing you, Rin.

living area;

[valentinus]

[ It's been interesting indeed. Vincent only wished he could meet the Professor face to face right now. Sadly, things weren't to be that easy.

Instead, he'll find himself around here, actually very willing to make himself more present today in light of everything. ]

...Play what?

[nothingcanstop]

[ She raises the air hockey paddle with a light, easy smile. ]

Air hockey. Ever done it before?

[valentinus]

...No.

[ Beat. ]

How does it work?

[nothingcanstop]

Alright, so! You take this [ she holds up the puck ] and you try and get it in the other person's goal [ pats hers ] with the paddle here!

[ She moves bops the puck to demonstrate. It bounces around the table. ]

air hockey

[hardnosed]

No.

[ Okay, there's no way Della would realistically ask her this, but I couldn't resist. Regardless, whether or not the first part is redacted, she adds the question: ]

How's it work?

[nothingcanstop]

[ you honestly overestimate della if you think she wouldn't take a chance at socializing every possible time,, ]

You take the paddle here and try to get the puck in the other person's goal. [ She gestures to and pats each part mentioned in turn. ]

[hardnosed]

... and that's it, right.

[ There's no asking what the goal is, or what it accomplishes, or what else happens. She's kind of gotten the game memo at this point. ]

[nothingcanstop]

Yeah! It's uh...it's a fun way to get out some energy.

Air Hockey

[ladygeryon]

Hm? Sure, why not? I'll try not to knock the puck off the table this time.

[The Tyr family has been banned from many arcades thanks to overenthusiastic hitting of air hockey pucks. And one case of an attempt to win by hacking the table.]

[nothingcanstop]

Ohhh, that kinda player, huh? You'd fit right in at McDuck Manor.

[ladygeryon]

Nice to hear that. Maybe I'll drop by once this all blows over.

[nothingcanstop]

With your family, versus mine? That'd be a sight.