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. ]

Comments

[bolderfell]

[He chuckles, wry and relieved.]

Thanks for considering my delicate, maidenly feelings.

[He says it dryly, but it's also some percentage sincere. In the meantime, he's flipping through the picks and keys by touch, familiar and sure-handed, checking that each is there--until his fingers miss the set completely.]

...Huh?

[It begins.]

[bogwife]

You're welcome. [Someday she'll get a hug out of him that isn't despair-induced. She chuckles and cracks open her journal, fondly flipping through the pages and making sure everything is in here.]

Hm, something wrong?

[bolderfell]

I feel...

[And then he just trips over a chair completely, even though all he was doing the moment before was standing there.

The look on his face as he catches himself on hands and knees is just ????]

[bogwife]

Oh! [She quickly sets down her book and skitters around the table, crouching down to check on him.] Are you alright? Did you get dizzy? [What the heck???]

[bolderfell]

[Oh, man, he's not even going to try moving. He can see where his hands are pressed against the ground, but his brain's trying to tell them they're somewhere else. And that the wall is actually the ceiling.]

Not... exactly, but I don't... [He attempts to turn his face towards her, but stops and squeezes his eyes shut, gives his head a little shake.] Everything's tilted. In different directions.

[??? ????/.?!]

[bogwife]

Alright, alright- [Her hands hover awkwardly near him. He likes his personal bubble but does something like this count as invading his space? She gives in quickly, laying a hand on his arm with her brows furrowed in worry.] It could be you haven't eaten enough today. I have some snacks in my bag, we could- [She quiets suddenly, her eyes falling on the glyph on the ground glowing so faintly it might not even be noticeable against the metal floor if she hadn't seen it so many times under brittle skeleton feet.]

...Uh oh.

[bolderfell]

..."Uh-oh."

[Zaza, what did you do.]