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

[bogwife]

[Zerinda stiffens when Mira hugs her, the first time she's ever not enthusiastically returned a hug in several weeks. She hesitates for a few long seconds before finally relaxing and trusting herself enough to return it. Mira might feel few small shocks of static electricity on her back but nothing painful.]

Good, good... [She sighs a little and rests her chin on top of Mira's head.] I'm sorry I've been so distant, Mia. I'm just so afraid of hurting you or someone else. If I had actual control it'd be different but...

[A shame she's too distracted to notice the soft purple glow in her hands as her magic acts on its own.]

[philoxenia]

[ It's a little startling, but she doesn't pull away. And she lets Zerinda talk--yeah, it has to be scary, not having control... She can relate, considering she's not sure when her own powers will set off. She's about to say as much when--

Huh.

She blinks, pulling away, and she sure looks confused. ]

Um-- sorry... what were we talking about?

[bogwife]

[Zerinda cocks her head, frowning in concern.]

I...was saying I was worried about hurting you. [A knot of concern is forming in her stomach.] Are you feeling okay, Mia?

[philoxenia]

Zaza?

[ Her eyes look a little unfocused, and she blinks. That little nugget of worry registers, but just barely, as she looks around. ]

... When did I come in?

[bogwife]

Just a few minutes ago- [The realization hits her like a sack of bricks and she pulls her arms back to look down at her hands.] Oh no. Oh no, I didn't. I couldn't have. Therion was just a fluke, I can't-

[Give her a second, Mira, she's just spiraling a little.]

[philoxenia]

[ Oh no. She... yeah, she has no idea what's going on, on account of the hex, but she does know that Zerinda's upset. She frowns, and even in her state, she reaches out to her-- ]

It's-- it's okay, Zaza. It's okay.

[bogwife]

[Zerinda leans back when Mira reaches for her, fear flashing in her eyes for a brief moment. Good thing she's going to forget in t-minus five seconds.]

I'm so careful, Mia, I've always been so careful. I never want to hurt anyone with my magic but it keeps happening! [She keeps her distance for all of three seconds before she gives up and leans back in, taking a deep breath to calm herself, and leaning her cheek back on top of Mira's head.]

...It's only a temporary effect. It'll wear off, just like with Therion. [Ancestors, please let it be like with Therion.]