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

[bolderfell]

Sure. Won't even cheat you.

[He takes a potato and settles in.]

One. Two. Three.

[And there he goes, straight into the coveted spiral technique. What even peeling! What poise!]

[philoxenia]

How sweet.

[ She'll do the same! ... And though she's not, you know, terrible, he still utterly destroys her, because she doesn't peel potatoes very often. She huffs out a little breath, but it's clear she's not too broken up. ]

Geez, you really weren't kidding....

[bolderfell]

[Heh. He's proud of himself, but he won't gloat.]

I do this a lot. For the group I travel with, anyway. On my own, there's not much point. I don't cook.

[philoxenia]

I'm sure they appreciate it. It's always nice to have a hand when you're cooking.

[ She sets her peeler down with a smile. ]

And now that you've beaten me thoroughly.... I owe you a favor. You can use it any time, honestly.

[bolderfell]

[He blinks, then laughs.]

Haha! Well, if we're being honest... I forgot we set stakes.

[Aela was the last person with whom he traded in favors. Remembering that, Therion glances aside. When he meets Mira's eyes, he's still smiling a little, but his voice is serious.]

How about... you do me the favor of not dying down here. Sound fair?

[philoxenia]

[ Oh... she laughs quietly, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of her eyes. She's smiling, too, but when she nods... it's with conviction. ]

I think that's fair. I'd like to see the end of this with you and everyone else, after all.

[ She stands, clapping her hands together. ]

Alright! Now that the potatoes are all peeled... why don't you use some more of that impressive knifework to cut them up for me?

[bolderfell]

[She's changed so much in so little time. She changed so much, despite everything around telling her to give up, to stop believing. What can he do but hope to follow?]

Can do.

[Can, and does.]

[philoxenia]

Thank you.

[ She starts putting together the other ingredients--vegetable stock, garlic, onions, milk, salt, pepper.... ]

I really do appreciate your helping out. I don't mind cooking by myself, but having someone else around makes it better.

[bolderfell]

Mm. It's... yeah. Suppose I can see that.

[Slice slice, dice dice.]

H'aanit's not the chattiest, but even she seems to like company while she cooks. It's... nice. Even if we don't talk.