unknownseas | WEEK 7

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. ]

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I'm not going to hurt it.

[He says, wrapping it all the way up to its neck so only its head sticks out and tying the purrito closed with the hand-braided rope he carries coiled on his hip.]

I just want its valuables.

[Is Mira sure she's never felt so much mischief from anyone.]

[ Well.

Now she has. With a little laugh, she nods. ]

And now... you have a purrito.

[ terrible. ]

To think... foiled by yarn. It really is just a little cat.

[That's a pun that flies right over his head. There are no burritos in Orsterra.]

Little cat with sticky paws.

Meeeooow!

[Poor thing's yelling its little head off. Because he's a BULLY, Therion squishes its cheeks, then offers the package over to Mira.]

Here. I won't let it bite you if you want to pet it.

[ Devastating!! It's fine, though.

Mira feels bad for the little critter, but like... of course she's gonna pet it. ]

How did it get here, anyway? Did it come from the vending machine?

[It's a wild animal, so it's not like it suddenly settles and starts purring. It's smart, though. It knows when it's beaten. So it gives up and submits to the pets with a pitiful mewl.]

No idea. I was playing in the arcade and saw it out of the corner of my eye. Looked pretty surprised to be here. Not that I blame it.

[He lifts the Cait to face him.]

Hey. Let go of your bag and I'll let you out of mine.

I'd be surprised, too.

[ Huh. Not the vending machine, then. Mystery.... But she keeps up with the pets, giving it a little scritch behind the ears. ]

Do you think it'll give it up? I guess it would mean freedom, though.

[It wriggles some more, ears flat against its head as it glares at Therion.]

...Probably not. Or it'll try to trick me.

[Can't say he doesn't understand, though. The things he's done himself for freedom...

After a pause--hehheh, "paws"--he looks up at Mira once more.]

Hey. Why don't you take a picture. Then you can prove to anyone you saw a real Cait.

[ Poor, poor Cait. It just wanted yarn....

She blinks, though, and smiles as she pulls out her phone. ]

You know, I could take a picture of all three of us, even.

...Sure. As long as you don't put my name to it.

[Don't tag him on Facebook. He adjusts the Cait in his arms.]

What do you need me to do?

Of course.

[ It'll be a good memory of them harassing a poor Cait... It must be immortalized. She holds up the phone, screen facing them, as she pulls up the camera. ]

You just have to stand there, really-- what do you say, the Cait in the middle?

Of course. It's the star of the show.

[He holds the Cait between them. This Cait has done nothing wrong (in the last two minutes), why is the world so dark and cruel?]

[ Awful. Terrible. That's what they are. All the Cait wanted was some yarn and other treasures, and now this is happening. ]

Alright-- smile!

[ And she snaps the picture, giving a smile of her own! ]

[Therion's smile looks a little crooked and surprised--he's never had his picture taken, after all--and the Cait is not smiling, but it's the beautiful kind of photo that can only be taken a few times in one's life. Truly, it's like a Renaissance painting.]

Well? Did you do it?

I did.

[ And she holds the phone out for him to see. Isn't technology amazing, Therion? ]

We make quite the trio, don't we?

Hah!

[Even the Cait stops squirming miserably for a while to peer curiously at the phone. It wiggles a paw free and tries to swipe it, actually, but Therion lifts it up and away.]

Oh, no, you don't.

[He wrestles it back under his arm, then sighs and lowers it to the floor.]

That's hers. You can't have it. But I'll let you go now if you promise to stay out of trouble--or to only make it for the guy that trapped us down here. All right?

...Meow!

[True to his word, Therion releases it, and it vanishes around the corner.]

[ Oh, no, she's pulling her phone out of its reach as Therion lifts the Cait away. ]

Sticky paws was right...

[ Mira watches it go... then lets out a little laugh. ]

Thank you for thwarting its phone-stealing efforts. ... And I hope it finds a way to make trouble for the Professor.

I'll be disappointed in it if it doesn't.

[Faito, Cait-san!]

Still... guess it was nice to see something from Orsterra. Something that wasn't mine to start with, anyway.

It definitely brought some excitement to the day.

[ She'll go ahead and go over to the yarn to pick it up.... ]

I'm really glad I was able to see one. I guess we both got pretty lucky today, didn't we?

Seems so.

[Might as well chip in with cleanup, as long as he's here.]

...Thanks for your help.

You're welcome.

[ She gives him a little smile, arms full of yarn. ]

I had a lot of fun, though, so that's more than thanks enough.

WEEK 7

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