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

[mouflon]

...Don't take this too hard, since it's Birkin we're talking about, but... He told me he doesn't really like memorials. Not that there's a problem with yours, specifically, but in general. So I wonder if he wouldn't feel the same way about something commemorative like that, actually.

Kotomine, on the other hand... He might pretend he's above that, but I feel like there is a decent chance you could sell him on the idea that way.

[philoxenia]

Ah, that's good to know. [ She doesn't seem bothered, at least. ] We have enough to be uncomfortable about her; I'd rather not add to that...

[ Hmm. Kotomine, huh. ]

You know him pretty well, don't you? Kotomine, that is.

[mouflon]

Is that the impression I give off? [ She puffs, and immediately, her expression turns sour. ] In a way, I guess I do. I knew him before the Professor brought us all here — or a version of him, I guess. You could barely call it a working relationship, but...

AI copy. Perfect replica. Actually, I didn't realize how perfect it was until this place...

[philoxenia]

Relatively speaking, at least....

[ But. Huh. ]

... Before all this, I would have said that was hard to believe, but-- it's one of the less wild things I've seen here. Does he know some version of you, then?

[ ... ]

If you don't feel like answering that, you don't have to at all.

[mouflon]

No, it's fine. It's...

[ Ugh. This is the part that's actually hard to explain. ]

He seems to know a Rin Tohsaka, but from what I've gathered, our years don't match. That would imply that the Rin Tohsaka he knows isn't a "version" of me, but a different Rin Tohsaka altogether — in other words, a relative of mine.

[philoxenia]

[ ..... huh. Give her a moment to sort of process that. ]

Is that... common, in your world?

[ She's curious, more than judgmental or skeptical; learning about worlds, actually, is kind of neat. Even if they're way different than her own--or maybe especially. ]

[mouflon]

I don't know. Which part of it?

[ There's a lot going on here, after all. ]