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

[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.

[hardnosed]

[ There's a very brief pause before she says: ] Fine.

[ There is absolutely no guarantee her powers won't lead her to overshoot and send the puck flying straight through three walls, sending the ocean pouring in and killing them all, but that's just the risk you take when Jasper's allowed to do anything that might be potentially read as competitive! She promptly hunches over the other side of the table, and her hand pretty much covers the entirety of what wikipedia is telling me is called the striker, which, what, since when. It feels only slightly less awkward than it looks. ]

What happens if it flies off the table?

[ This seems, to her, inevitable. ]

[nothingcanstop]

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<small.[ The striker??? Okay sure wikipedia, whatever. Della's eyebrow raises as if she didn't consider this, because Della's an idiot. ]</small>

Weeeee pick it up and put it back on! It'll be uh...the one who didn't knock it off gets to start.