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

[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.

[blackmass]

[The things he does for the sake of convenience. Awful.]

Very well. I have little else to do, shall we?

[nothingcanstop]

Thanks. [ A moment... ] If...you could hold my leg, so...I can just kind of focus on moving...?

[blackmass]

Fine.

[Of all the strange things that had happened in the past weeks, 'carrying a prosthetic duck leg' was a new high on the surreality meter even for Kirei.]

[nothingcanstop]

[ Congrats, Kirei! Now you're really in it! ]

I'm sorry about all this. I never dreamed it'd just give out now.

[blackmass]

Such is our poor fortune. Better now than while evading the Failsafe and catching a sword for your trouble.

[nothingcanstop]

...Oh. Oh, hey, you're right. That coulda been a regular disaster.

[blackmass]

Quite. Better to have a small failure now than a much larger one later.

[nothingcanstop]

Guess my luck actually turned out for the better for once. Who'da thunk?

[ Let's continue hopping. ]

[blackmass]

[super high school level hop]

Who can say? Perhaps this is even an omen of things looking up.

[nothingcanstop]

My leg, falling apart...a good omen. Ha! [ Wobble... Alright god, we're almost at the arcade. ] Well, you know what they say...about gift horses.

[blackmass]

...They say quite a bit about blessings in disguise, as well.

[Kirei sighed, looking a little worn out. It wasn't a long walk by any means, but the situation was simply exhausting.]

[nothingcanstop]

[ ... ]

You...look a little worse for wear, Father. Getting enough sleep at night?

[blackmass]

I'm...fine, yes. It's nothing to worry about.

[nothingcanstop]

...Alright. Just watch out for yourself. [ Arcade! Finally! Okay... ] ...It probably fell out during Dance Dance Revolution.

[ Oh, that's going to be hard to get to...with all the arcade cabinets. ]

[blackmass]

The sooner we find it, the better. Adept though I may be with healing magecraft, to regrow a limb is a bit beyond me.

[nothingcanstop]

Oh, I've given up regrowing it. Not like I'm a lizard! [ ...is she making a joke-- ] The leg's worked fine for ten years, long as it has the right parts.