unknownseas | THE LAST WEEK

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! ]

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[With so many people gone, the facility is so quiet--quiet enough for the groaning of the failing structure to get in a guy's head. Therion leaves his room early (for him) and spends the late morning in the dining room, whittling a couple things out of the wood he rescued from the workshop. One, he carves with a reference: it's a janitor from the pin-up calendar, standing by a palm tree with mop in hand. The other appears to be a simple, blocky key into which he meticulously carves a looping, rippling pattern like light through clear water. This one takes a while.

The janitor he leaves on the edge of a sink in the Area A men's restroom. The key he ponders for a minute before keeping it after all.

Then he goes over to the dining area's kitchen door and knocks.]

Hey. You still here?

[Later, he's in the fitness area. While the sight of him on the mats sans cloak and scarf might be familiar to some who've caught him at dance practice, he's doing something a little different this afternoon. He's got a sword--vending machine standard issue, of course--and appears to be practicing his technique with that, instead.

He's never been one to train, but with a showdown looming, needs must.]

[ It's getting harder to sit down and chill, so here she is. She's been pretty diligent in improving on her still-budding abilities, but at least she's a lot better than she was when she came here. At least Mira isn't too surprised to see him here; it's... getting nearer, after all. She doesn't have a sword, but... ]

It seems we had the same idea, didn't we?

THE LAST WEEK

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