FINAL INVESTIGATION

[bathymetric]

Morning comes on Friday, just like any other.

Or not. You're all still alive. The walls have held. You all have held.

One way or another, this is the last day you're going to be in here. You've spent so long at the whims of the man who owns this place, so long playing along with this game...

Wouldn't it be nice to beat him?

Time to investigate.

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[philoxenia]

[ Oh, hey-- She'll kneel down, arms around her knees. ]

What did you find?

[nothingcanstop]

[ Della will just. Pass the memo over. ]

Proof that he's a crowd-sourcing piece of...ugh.

[ ...DELLA HAS JUST REALIZED SHE CAN'T? SWEAR IN FRONT OF MIRA?? IF SHE INTENDS TO BRING HER HOME WITH HER??? THE BOYS CANNOT BE GIVEN POTTY-MOUTHS. ]

[philoxenia]

[ listen it's fine. you can say a curse, it's fine.

She takes the note, and as she reads it over..... ]

This is--

... Well. I guess he didn't find a different title for Seteth.

[nothingcanstop]

Lazy. Slacker. Underachiever. He'll never amount to anything.

[philoxenia]

We should rub it in his face when we finally meet him.

[nothingcanstop]

Oh you better believe I'm going to rub something in his face.

[ if only she had pepper spray ]

[philoxenia]

I wouldn't mind making use of another one of those airhorns...

[ ... ]

I hope the others are doing alright. Angel and Cassandra, too.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Della nudges Mira comfortingly. ]

I know. But we just gotta trust them. Alright?