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! ]

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[nothingcanstop]

[ She shrugs, putting her feet up on the pew. Definitely in with the higher powers. ]

Life's gonna go wrong. Like...a lot. I guess I just got good at rolling with the punches, at some point.

[fivestagegod]

Hey, come on, no need to sell yourself short. Like you're not the one keeping half of us sane around here somehow.

[nothingcanstop]

Don't ask how that happened. [ ... ] Ema... She said something like that. In...thing she left me. About...being a heart. It's been sticking around, since.

But, I'm not doing anything really...special. At least, nothing I'm trying to do. All I want to do is get home.

[fivestagegod]

Yeah, well. She told me to make sure you're doing all right, for what it's worth. That's not why I do it, for reference's sake, but she did seem aware that you're going to try to do everything yourself whether you mean to or not.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Awkward, strained laugh. ]

Heh... I...did mean, I don't really have anything to hide. Heart, sleeve, that whole thing. I don't... [ She sighs and focuses her gaze more on a small tapestry. The Greek tableau, except they're like. Mostly all birds, like her. ] Doing it all myself. That was just something I got used to, too.

[fivestagegod]

Well, yeah. If you don't have anyone else to rely on, you rely on yourself.

[He gets it, of goddamn course he does.]

We'll figure something out. One way or another.

[nothingcanstop]

...We will. [ She sighs, and that moment of distance is gone. Like she's snapped herself out of it. ] That's never been in doubt. And- oh!

[ Della shoots up, nodding to herself. ]

Actually. Related to that. I need a favor.

[fivestagegod]

...Sure?

[like lbr we all know that no matter what it is, he's going to be willing to do it, right...]

[nothingcanstop]

[ you don't have to kill him like that ]

The pictures you found in the lab. Do you still have those? I'm trying to... Well, I'm trying to crack a particularly hard nut, and those might be just what I need.

[fivestagegod]

[It's true, though...]

Yeah, I kept them. We can go back to the room and get them if you want.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Della like, jumps off the pew, invigorated. ]

Excellent! I...think I'll be able to give 'em back when I'm done.