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]

...

I don't know... what a virus is.

[fivestagegod]

...So I'm probably about to make you uncomfortable for the rest of your life, but if you've ever been sick, it's because a living thing that you can't see got into your body and tried to kill you. Your body wasn't having it and killed it before it could kill you.

Viruses are some of the things that do that. Get inside people's bodies and just raise all kinds of hell.

[bolderfell]

[uH]

...At least my body has its priorities straight.

[He'll never sleep again. For now, though, he points to the TV.]

That guy said he spread one of those virus things around. Was it one of the ones you were talking about--the kind that changes people?

[fivestagegod]

[Therion's ability to sleep, the true casualty of this week.]

Yeah. To the best of our knowledge, he hit one of the nearby cities with it. It's currently not going too well as a result.

[Understatement of the year, but you get the idea.]

[bolderfell]

...Why.

[fivestagegod]

Good question. You'd have to ask him, I guess.

[...]

From what I remember from the first time I saw it, he also was going on about someone being murdered. My former employer, Dr. Marcus. I assume he's out for revenge for what happened there.

[bolderfell]

Is that the same guy he made out of leeches?

[fivestagegod]

...Yeah.

[bolderfell]

...Your world just gets more disturbing the more I hear about it.