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?



SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[ 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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investigation, kinda

[nothingcanstop]

[ First thing's first. Yesterday's...excitement means Della sort of forgot, but she's dropping by the ouija in the library. She knocks on the table and places a finger on the planchette. ]

Ghostworth. Hey. You in there?

[ ...She's aware this isn't how these things work but just go with it.

The day mostly passes in the arcade, besides that. Pac-Man, some lightshooter games, definitely DDR. But, see... That maybe isn't too great of an idea?

It's getting towards dinner time when she starts making her way to the garden, to sit for awhile. She's barely through the door when her left leg trips out from under her--or, it may be more accurate to say, falls out from under her. The grass, more squishy than the rest of the floor, has caused a small problem, and...well, Della's on the ground and the metal leg is under her, no longer connected to its joint. ]

Oh, what...? [ More annoyed than anything, she pushes herself up to reconnect it and finds herself frowning. There's a missing screw. ]

...Aw, phooey.

[ So! From Areas D to B, you can find her leaning on the left side of the hall, hopping along on one leg, the prosthetic in her arm. She's...mostly grumbling, because this is more an inconvenience than anything else, but damn is it sure annoying! ]

ouija

[bathymetric]

[There's a moment of pause before-]

YES

[nothingcanstop]

Awesome possum, 'kay, tell me true, do the numbers...-8.7832 and -124.508500 mean anything to you, bud?

[bathymetric]

[Another pause.]

YES
C-O-O-R-D-I-N-A-T-E-S
L-O-N-G-I-T-U-D-E
L-A-T-I-T-U-D-E

[nothingcanstop]

Ohhhh, is that so...? Well, if you could maybe...put a pin in that for me? See what you come up with. Might be an interesting find.

[bathymetric]

C-A-N-L-O-O-K-A-T-I-T-R-I-G-H-T-N-O-W

[nothingcanstop]

Excellent. ...We got some things going on here, but. If you could look into that. We're standing by.

[ We're here. Come find us. ]

[bathymetric]

[Well, you're here now, Della.]

P-A-C-I-F-I-C-O-C-E-A-N
E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G-O-K

[nothingcanstop]

Just off the cost of Peru, right?

[ ...

Her voice drops lower. ] There's some lost souls there. Looking for rescue.

[blackmass]

[Kirei had been on his way to the garden himself, though he hadn't quite expected to find out what the sound of one duck hopping actually is.]

If we should have another trial where that turns up as a blunt force weapon, I think we will have passed into the realm of sheer absurdity.

[nothingcanstop]

Hardy har har, everyone's got a sense of humor. [ Della grunts and continues hopping about. ] I try...to keep it attached...but sometimes, you know, things go wrong.

[blackmass]

Can you not reattach it rather than...whatever all of this is?

[nothingcanstop]

Oh, sure, if I've got the right screw. Which, I think fell out somewhere around the arcade. [ She raises the leg, more...around where it connects to the joint? Yeah, there's some missing screws. ] Haven't had the right tools to do maintenance in awhile.

[blackmass]

I see--a terrible shame. It seems to have been but a matter of time in that case.

[nothingcanstop]

Yeah, tell me 'bout it. If I can't fix it up...proper, then...I might have to ask...for somethin' special.

[ Hop, hop, hop... ]

[blackmass]

....Do you need someone to accompany you to the arcade before you fall and break your neck?

[that's a headache he doesn't want to hear about]

[nothingcanstop]

Okay, let's get something straight...here... I've got better balance than thaaaaaa-- [ She starts to try and prove that by standing up straight on one leg.

...She windmills about and immediately starts leaning against the wall again. ]

...

Yes, I'd appreciate it.

Arcade

[bolderfell]

Oh. Della.

[Therion looks faintly surprised, then faintly embarrassed. His eyes flit from her to the DDR screen and then back to her.]

You're using that, huh.

[nothingcanstop]

[ She's just finishing up a song, actually! ]

Yerp! Hi, Therion. [ Turns around, wiping some sweat from her brow. ] Keeps the blood pumping. You want a turn?

[bolderfell]

I can come back later. Or play something else.

[It's not like he likes it, b-baka!]

[nothingcanstop]

Oh, pshh. Go right ahead, I've been monopolizing this thing all day. I could use a break.

[ :> baby boy. baby. ]

[bolderfell]

[He approaches, but...]

Are you going to watch.

[nothingcanstop]

Do you want me to?

[bolderfell]

No.

[>///<]

[nothingcanstop]

[ Don't call him adorable, don't call him adorable-- ]

What if I just watch the dancers on the screen?