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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PUNISHMENT...? (2/2)

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[...Is a familiar woman, wearing the same suit of armor she wore as she struck Nova down. She walks tall, arms tight at her sides. Eyes forward.

The Failsafe is here.

She doesn't speak, answering the Professor's inquiring tone with merely her presence and a hand on her sword. She emerges from the tunnel, eyes scanning the room, coming to rest on the former assistant as she starts to pull her blade...

And she hesitates, visibly. Just for a few precious moments.]

[nothingcanstop]

[ Della's been waiting for this.

The sound of an air horn blares into the air. A signal. She doesn't give the Failsafe much time to wonder about it, as she whips out a water gun and fires it right at her face. ]

WATER FIGHT!

[ Here we go. ]

[hardnosed]

[ WELL, IT'S TIME.

Jasper hasn't got much to do quite yet, but there's a flash of light as she summons her unbelievably stupid helmet and rushes out into the hall, ready to pick Angel up and start running whenever (or if ever) she's given a sign. ]

[bolderfell]

[While she does that, Therion slips out of the corner by the meeting room door and takes Angel's elbow, leaning forward just enough that she can see who it is, nodding, and tugging her along at a run towards Jasper and the south tunnel.

Once they're clear of the ruckus, he'll hand her off to Jasper and book it. To the library!]

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ WELL. THIS IS A LOT OF THINGS HAPPENING AT ONCE.

Angel unfortunately also hesitated somewhat, but she definitely snaps out of it once Therion is there. Okay. Okay, time to do this.

She runs as best she can, but... help from Jasper might not be a bad idea, nope! It's hard to run on her spindly little legs and also deal with all the emotions swirling around in her head right now. ]

[hardnosed]

[ Yeah, okay, she's picking her up and princess carrying her the rest of the way until she can, inevitably, just kind of let her go and toss her into the tunnels. ]

[bolderfell]

[Oh, to be held in the arms of a giant woman. Angel's living this generation's dream.

Therion casually drops something at the exit of the south hallway and hurries to catch up.]

Angel, key?

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ Angel very suddenly remembers just now that she's into girls.

She holds up the green key. ]

Got it.

[bolderfell]

Haha!

[He grabs it and nyooms ahead to get that passage in the library un-the-hell-locked.]

[hardnosed]

[ Okay, so it's more like she's tossing Angel into the library, but the point stands! Jasper lets her down once they reach their destination with what is intense and controlled gentleness, for Jasper. ]

Go. I'll cover the door.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Della made a educated risk jumping in front of a woman with a sword, but it pays off. The woman staggers as air horns blow in her face, one hand going up to cover an ear, the other pulling her sword out. The blade not held in an attack stance, but a guard.

But there's not much a sword can do against a water gun. Her eyes were open, and so was her mouth. Oof. Eugh.

She spits and whirls about. Disoriented, blinking hard. Just in time to catch the blur of a large, orange woman whisking the former assistant away.]

S-stop!

[nothingcanstop]

Sorry! Can't hear you! [ Another air horn blast. She nods to the others as she pulls the other projectile from her pocket, a foam dart gun. Here's that to add to the fun! ]

[philoxenia]

These things are just so loud, right, Della?

[ It's a good thing she's got one of those too. Time for more air horn and also darts!! ]

[nothingcanstop]

Toooooottally! Absotively posilutely, like, you need earplugs for these things!!

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[She locks eyes with Della, sword in hand, just as another rip from the air horn goes right in her face - and now darts! They clatter uselessly against her chestplate, but honestly the headache she's being given is more than enough, isn't it?]

Cut that out!

[And she's after her, swinging wide with her sword - not to actually hit Della, but distract her enough that she can swat that stupid air horn out of her hand.]

[nothingcanstop]

[ Swords? Heh. Della takes a moment to just smile, cheerfully. Now this? This she's used to. This she can do.

She takes a leap back, though the sword slices into and...a little through the air horn she's holding. That's fine. Not a problem! Della lets it fly as it does. Adrenaline surges through her as the sword passes just inches from her fingers. And it feels. So. Good. ]

Hey, Failsafe, what's the dealio? Just tryin' to bond with the gal who's been chillin' in the walls last few weeks!

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Wow, maybe in another situation, the Failsafe would be impressed. Maybe even a little happy at how quickly she dodged that sword. The air horn is dead though. That matters. Kind of.

Right now, she is dripping wet and pissed off.]

You're all interfering! [She pushes her tangling curls back, trying to get her bearings, even with the other people still on her.] So get out of my way and let me do my job, duck!

[philoxenia]

[ Unfortunately, Mira tries to nail her right in the back of the head with several more foam darts. ]

I think you can understand why we can't do that!

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[She whips her head around, just about.... no, she's growling.]

You're still interfering with the rules!

[nothingcanstop]

[ ...She doesn't want to give the others a fright. She could keep going, dancing around the sword, stand in Cassandra's way. She knows how to fight bigger opponents. But, that's not the goal here. ]

Wow, rude much? [ She prays they've bought enough time. ] Go on, kill-joy!

[ As she dodges to the side, she drops the foam pistol and pulls the water gun out from her pocket, where it's been stored. One last splash, Failsafe! ]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Ugh! She swings again, but it's obvious she's only really trying to knock those toys away from Della, and she's a quick one. Dancing around her like this, standing in her way, it only makes her madder. She's about ready to snap!]

That does it- Auugh!

[One more blast in her face and... she stops. Turning away. Her free hand goes up to her ear, eyes shut.]

What? [She snaps, but immediately restrains herself. Under the haze of air horns and blow darts, it seems like she's actually trying to focus.] No... No, she got away. Permission to- No, I..... Yes, sir.

[Like there's an immediate shift in the air, The Failsafe bolts past Della, past the other survivors and all of their distractions... into the meeting room area. Anyone that tries to follow will catch a glimpse of her disappearing into Angel's office and slamming the door shut

Anyone trying to open the door will find it locked tight for the next hour.

Congrats.]

[philoxenia]

[ .... and following Della's attack is another assault of both airhorn and water gun! At least it's from the side this time. Still terrible. ]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Slightly better, but still terrible??

Just trying to block her face from the water.]

Cut that out!

[bogwife]

[With the signal given, Zerinda is taking aim with her water gun from the opposite side of Mira, firing an ice cold stream of water at the Failsafe.

Thank you, magic, for working how she wants you to and not freezing it solid in her hands.]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Oh god it's going down her back and she's wearing armor this is the WORST]