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

[hardnosed]

Her sword. [ It takes a few seconds for her to remember that even though it's obvious to most people who she means when she italicizes that pronoun, she still should probably... actually say it. ] Rose Quartz's sword. I left it in the garden by that scrubby little flower she planted...

Whatever. It's gone now.

[bolderfell]

[...Ah. Uh.]

The pink one?

[hardnosed]

Who else did you think it could've belonged to?

[bolderfell]

I figured, but...

[His gaze slides towards the locked door.]

...Well. If you want the truth, it isn't in there.

[hardnosed]

... What did you do.

[bolderfell]

It was a sword just sitting there. What was I supposed to do. Leave it?

[Jasper. It was shiny.]

[hardnosed]

It was hers, [ she snaps, almost automatically. ] The garden was her place. Of course you were supposed to leave it.

[ ... but, hey. ]

... Never thought I'd be glad you couldn't keep your hands to yourself.

[bolderfell]

I didn't want anyone else to take it.

[And also, he wanted it.]

I'll give it back. Guess you should hold on to it this time.

[hardnosed]

Should have held onto it to begin with. It's probably the only weapon here actually made for someone my size.

[ That's not what she really thinks, but she can't say that she should have given it to Rose when she first got it — because it's a completely pointless thought when she never would have. Even now, knowing who she really was, a large part of her still violently rejects the idea just on reflex. ]

... Thanks.

[ Obviously he wouldn't have not given it back, when Jasper is Jasper and he's powerless, but he didn't have to admit its presence in the first place. ]

[bolderfell]

[Therion waves off the gratitude, probably still as uncomfortable receiving it as she is to give it.]

It's fine. Don't mention it. I have other blades that suit me better, anyway.