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

MEETING

[fivestagegod]

[Well, there goes Area E. RIP, infirmary.

Anyway.

Come 2:00PM there's going to be a lot of loitering happening outside the restrooms we've got left, in Area A; he'll be just kind of standing around out there until everyone has shown up that's going to, leaning up against the wall and playing with that godforsaken leech that is, inexplicably, still here and alive somehow.

He seems a little terse when the meeting itself starts; not particularly worked up – he's still trying very hard to force most of that out – but generally just...not here for a whole lot.]

If you're here to hold hands and sing or make grand statements about how we're all not going to die or something, you're going to be disappointed. We're obviously not going to die, because that isn't an option.

You all heard what the Professor said. So right now, we need answers. Anything that's going to help, anything you can think of that can be done before tomorrow. Or that you think you should be doing. Anything that isn't "lying down and dying" is potentially on the table. Let's talk.

[mouflon]

...Can anyone else here use a gun? I have enough that I'd need three more pairs of arms if I wanted to use them all.

[ This is. Maybe helpful? She figures it's better to be armed than not. ]

And I guess if anyone wants last minute lessons, I'll see what I can do, but...

[nothingcanstop]

Yo.

[ Of course Della raises her hand. Why wouldn't she raise her hand. ]

I'm a bit more familiar with swords and the like, but it's always a good idea to have some range...

[mouflon]

I figured you would. I have two rifles and a shotgun up for grabs, depending on what you're most comfortable with.

[ She is... a little reluctant to part with her beloved machete-shotgun, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made for the greater good. ]

[nothingcanstop]

I'll take a rifle! ...A handgun would be better, but, eh, I can deal.

[fivestagegod]

...Sort of. Infinitely better with the weapons I've got, but I can shoot if I absolutely have to.

[He is actually not useless on the killing-people front, it's just. Far more convenient for him if people think he is.]

[mouflon]

[ hmmm ]

You know, I wasn't going to ask you, given the kind of stuff I actually have, but... Can you use a rifle comfortably?

[fivestagegod]

I'm actually going to echo Della here and say that I'd be better with handguns, but for some reason we don't have any of those.

[So there's that. Dislikes: handguns and all, but better those than anything else.]

If someone else is better with them, let them have it; I can manage with what I've got. But if it's needed, then I can figure something out. Don't expect me to get any decent headshots with it, but if there's an entire person-sized target to aim at that isn't so bad.

[hardnosed]

I can operate projectile weapons. [ that said, based off steven universe weapons this probably means like... blasters and crossbows and shit ] Maybe not what you've got, but it's not like it'd be hard to learn.

[mouflon]

Honestly, once I show you where the safety is, you'll probably be good to go. The bigger concern I have is if the trigger is going to be too small for your hand.

[hardnosed]

[ Raises one of her own hands and looks at it... but hey, at least Rin didn't say her hands were too big for the trigger, in which case she'd have to derail this whole meeting to yell even as they're all on the brink of death! ]

That's more likely. How big are the ones you've got?

[bogwife]

I'm better with staves but...it's not that different from using the squirt gun, right?

[Surely this will end without error.]

[mouflon]

Uh, well... Kind of? [ Assuming she has gotten the gun back from Jasper, she'll hand it over to Zerinda. ] A real gun is a lot heavier, and there are a lot more things you have to worry about. Like recoil from shooting it, or reloading, or even just being aware of the safety.

But... Therion and I rescued some supplies from the workshop the other day. I could probably rig something together you could take a practice shot at.

[ Like, she's entirely aware this is as good as things are getting, so... ]

[bogwife]

Recoil I can handle. Lightning spells tend to have quite a bit of that. Everything else though...practice might be a good idea.

[ladygeryon]

So it turns out there's a lot more messages around here than you'd think. [Nira holds out the telescope for anyone who wants to look.] You won't see anything in here, but there should be some stuff to see outside through this at least. Though there's a few significant messages I found.

[And she'll show off the ones she copied.]

[fivestagegod]

[...jesus]

There's not a whole lot in there that bodes well, is there.

[bolderfell]

[Therion jabs his finger at the one that says, 'IS THAT EVEN THE OCEAN OUT THERE?']

I've been wondering this the whole time.

[hardnosed]

Here.

[ And Jasper casually pulls out this sheet of paper. From where? A mystery. Nobody question it. ]

We always knew he wasn't working alone. I can't show you, now that the crime room's flooded out, but the writing on the walls mentioned a secret criminal organization, and the names were gone there, too. It's gotta be the same one.

[nothingcanstop]

We're caught in a conspiracy. Yeah, that sounds right.

[hardnosed]

At least we know someone's on to them. Not that they've managed to do anything useful about it... unless that's who Ghostworth's with.

[nothingcanstop]

...It could be. I told him our coordinates, as uh...best I could. ...At least...you know, where we think we are.

[bathymetric]

[ So hey here's a question, yall: do you guys have your devices in here with you? Because they're all letting out some static right now. ]

Execu- oh, I think I got it that time! Hello? Is this working?

[ Oh hey, that's Angel's voice. ]

[nothingcanstop]

[ ZEROES IN ON THIS. ]

An-- [ Della swallows back the name. ] Is that you?

[didntgetdadslooks]

In the flesh!

[ A beat. ]

Well... not really, but I can promise my flesh is doing fine down here.

[hardnosed]

—Wait, that's not flooded?