THE LAST WEEK

[bathymetric]

You wake up with Saturday gone, but... not entirely forgotten. In the same way things seem to be breaking down in the facility, things beyond what you know are starting to fail as well. You get flashes of an unfamiliar room, a groggy sense of timelessness... and then you're back to reality in your beds. It's Sunday.

There are no new locations to unlock this week. You actually find yourself down some - Area D has flooded completely, and the groaning on the doors to the other areas indicates that perhaps the flooding won't stop there. Someone, however, seems to have taken all the memorials (except for poor Zelos-David, god rest his soul) and moved them to the Lounge "overnight." There's a handwritten note on top of all of them, which simply reads "Thought you guys would rather have these than not. :)"

While you obviously won't run into Angel anywhere, use of the Ouija or pestering of the new Assistant are still more than permitted! Otherwise get your affairs in order, get ready, and brace for impact, because one way or another? The end is coming.



SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[ ooc: Welcome to your final week! Make sure to check in and read up on endgame here, and don't forget to turn in any and all remaining threads you can over here! The final pull for regains will be conducted Wednesday night, and then... well, endgame approaches! Arms and legs inside the vehicle, we're near the end of the ride! You've all gotten so close and done so well! ]

Comments

Ouija

[bolderfell]

[Some of Therion's vending machine spoils this morning are weird--a fake beard, really?--but some are completely delightful. After winding a little bird's key to see what it does and listening to its song, Therion slips the necklace's chain over his own head to wear with his scarf. This one's a keeper. He's still smiling wistfully when he receives a snow globe containing a rustic town built into red cliffs. For a long while, Therion just watches snow fall over Bolderfall's wooden stairs, the slums below and the Ravus Manor above, while the blue bird sings its lamentation over it all.

Then he goes to get breakfast, notices all the liquor, and darts over to the Area C doors.]

...Oh, damn it.

[He quickly heads back to the library so he can try to contact one of their unseen... uh... "allies" through the Ouija board. It's not like he trusts them completely, but supposing they do actually want to help, rising waters seem as good a problem to give them as any.]

Hey. Are either of you there.

[He spends the rest of the day evacuating tools and parts from the workshop to Lif's room. Hey, the guy's not using the space, right?]

Ouija

[bathymetric]

[ It takes a bit, but! It does eventually start moving with the Purpose it has whenever Red Text is here. ]

H-E-L-L-O

[bolderfell]

Is this Ghostworth or Red.

[bathymetric]

R-E-D
C-O-N-N-E-C-T-I-O-N-B-E-T-T-E-R

[bolderfell]

You can see the whole facility, right? Is the whole thing flooding?

[bathymetric]

I-T-M-A-Y-I-N-T-I-M-E
I-T-A-K-E-I-T-Y-O-U-R-E-C-O-N-C-E-R-N-E-D

[bolderfell]

A little.

[This is NOT how he wants to die, thanks!]

[bathymetric]

T-H-A-T-M-A-K-E-S-S-E-N-S-E
D-O-N-O-T-W-O-R-R-Y
T-H-I-S-W-A-S-G-O-I-N-G-T-O-B-E-M-Y-L-A-S-T-R-E-S-O-R-T-S-U-G-G-E-S-T-I-O-N-B-U-T
I-T-L-L-F-O-R-C-E-H-I-S-H-A-N-D

[bolderfell]

...Force it how?

[bathymetric]

I-F-H-E-C-A-N-N-O-T-R-E-P-A-I-R-F-A-C-I-L-I-T-Y
H-E-W-I-L-L-N-E-E-D-T-O-T-A-K-E-O-T-H-E-R-M-E-A-S-U-R-E-S
L-E-T-Y-O-U-D-I-E
O-R-C-O-N-F-R-O-N-T-Y-O-U-H-I-M-S-E-L-F
Y-O-U-S-H-O-U-L-D-L-E-A-R-N-W-H-I-C-H-T-O-M-O-R-R-O-W

vending machine

[fivestagegod]

[...Huh. Well, you're seeming...pensive? Not necessarily in a bad way, just...]

Someplace you recognize, I take it.

[bolderfell]

Yeah. Bolderfall. It's... not home, exactly, but it's where I'll be heading once we get out of here.

[fivestagegod]

Looks like he got an assortment of things like that. I've got a couple of them - one's the city I live in, one's...someplace I stayed for a long time and don't go back to if I can help it.

[So yeah.]

Is that place at least decent? Bolderfall.

[bolderfell]

Depends on who you are. [He shrugs.] The wealthy live in large estates higher up the cliffs. The poor scrap for their leftovers in the slums below. I like it well enough. You always know where people stand.

[fivestagegod]

I can understand why, at least.

[Consistency and all.]

I've always preferred transparency about stuff like that over uncertainty. Even if the transparency's showing you something unfavorable.

[bolderfell]

Yeah. Clears up which houses to bother robbing and which taverns to avoid. The only real downside is what a pain it is to get places. But you could say that about the Cliftlands as a whole.

[He waves a hand.]

Too much climbing, too little solid ground.

[fivestagegod]

[Mm.]

Is it one of those places you were talking about? Where people think you deserve to die for what you do. Or is that just a really specific subset of people?

[bolderfell]

[He looks faintly surprised.]

Uh... well, no one's tried to kill me around there lately. Might be a couple other thieves nursing hurt feelings after my last visit, but they already know they're no match. I only really have to deal with the household extorting my services, and they don't want me dead any time soon.

area c doors

[philoxenia]

... That's really not good at all, is it?

[ Here's Mira, staring at the doors with her arms crossed. But she looks undeniably worried. ]

[bolderfell]

Sure isn't a noise that inspires confidence.

[The material's different and thus so is the sound, but Therion's familiar with the creak and groan of construction under pressure.]

[philoxenia]

Not at all.

[ It's obvious she's pretty wigged out, and she looks to him worriedly. ]

I suppose that means this all really is drawing to a close. At least we have a friend rescuing some items for us....

[bolderfell]

Whoever's looking out for us, they're in trouble, too. If things continue like this...

[...]

Wonder if the staff might be a little more sympathetic now that this is falling apart on all of us. Then again, maybe they'll just abandon ship.

[philoxenia]

I wonder... It would be nice if they could. I wonder if they're just as trapped here as we are.

[ a pause. ]

I wonder if it'll matter, by the end of the week.

[bolderfell]

It'll matter if we can hitch a ride with them. Most people... wouldn't be okay just letting this happen to those they've been feeding and caring for. As prepared as they may have been for the experiment, watching us slowly drown... might feel different.

[...]

Or they could genuinely not care. I'm willing to try a lot at this point.

[philoxenia]

... That's true. [ The whole flooding thing seems pretty unprecedented, after all. ] Appeal to their sentimentality, then. If it means we don't all die... I'm more than willing to try it, too.

[ .... ]

Still... I suppose we really should start moving things out of the other areas.