WEEK SIX

[killerwaves]

WEEK SIX

16 Vacationers

Throughout your time on the island, there's been a steady rhythm; the murders, the trials, the executions, the clean-up afterwards that leave just up remnants for you to remember what was lost. This Monday morning though, things are different. The debris and any biohazards are cleared, but no effort has been made to repair the games at the arcade, or to restock the chemicals and damaged equipment at the laboratory.

Odd.

If you cast your eyes to the sky, you'll also notice that the distortion is also lingering—there's certainly less of it at least, a haze still lingering over the go-karts, one whirlpool lingering out in the sea. It could be worse, surely.

Though there's no new locations for you to take your mind off of all these oddities either. In fact, looking at your device to access the resort map area and scrolling past Kakapo's Nest triggers an error.

There’s one more, slightly more eclectic change: the kittybots, instead of having cute kitty ears and faces, are now without exception round-headed. This would make them look like ordinary robots, but their heads actually now look like a bowl of fish swimming, which occasionally form up into expressions. A change of pace for everything, it seems.

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WEATHER ALERT:

Bulletin:
The current barometric pressure is 29.90 inHg, and is expected to steadily decline over the coming days. Rain and storms are likely in the latter half of the week.

(( OOC: Welcome to endgame week everyone. We'll be running an endgame investigation Friday during our typical investigation timeslot, and Saturday will be endgame proper.

This week your admins can be contacted Monday and Tuesday only, after that they'll be incommunicado. ))

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[butcherspice]

Well. If she ain't, what I do comes down to which one of you lot takes a swing first, don't it?

[He shrugs. He's got no illusions about what's most likely to happen to him.]

But you're right as rain now, ain't you? Willing to bet Xiao was a special case.

[diabolizes]

[ At least Billy is fully aware of what’ll happen, and that oddly gives Wei Wuxian a small sense of peace… at least, enough so that he doesn’t make a move to lunge at Billy. That can wait should the worst come to happen. ]

Why? Was it her specific power, or did you fuck up the dosage?

[chosenwang]

[ Time to just stay between the two of them. He doesn't want Billy touching him or Psyche again in case he decides to be stupid. ]

[butcherspice]

Dosage was the same as you and Psyche. Figure it was somethin' to do with her power. Had no clue she could turn into a dragon.

Well, that or one of those birds gave me a bad batch because they wanted her gone.

[diabolizes]

…So, were they just giving these to you so you could go around injecting whoever you wanted? Did you ask for that stuff specifically?

[butcherspice]

Well, yes and no. They'd give the final product to me if I took the liberty of testin' it.

What I specifically asked for was a way to kill any Supe no matter how powerful.

[diabolizes]

[ He just… laughs. ]

That’s just great, isn’t it? So? What was the plan here? Kill all of us and take that back home with you?

[butcherspice]

Don't undersell yourself, I didn't have a stake in killing any of you. Only folks that were just as vile as the guy I'm after are already in the ground.

The plan was to ride it out and then head back home. Birds already have their ticket out of here.

[diabolizes]

Do they? Fucking cowards.

[ He shakes his head. ]

So, what are you gonna do now if you don’t die right here?

[microtransactions]

Not all that fussed about what happens though, are you? It's one thing if you were figuring out the correct dose, but...

[ the same one each time... ]

You don't know how it works, if it would even do what they told you it'd do, whether they'd go crazy and blow up the island or just drop dead right then and there...

But you wouldn't care either way, would you?

[butcherspice]

Different chemical composition each time in order to perfect it. Wei Wuxian's didn't quite cancel everything out, Xiao's was a whole fucking mess, and...well, Psyche's still standin', so maybe I've got it now.

[He gives a weak breath out of his nose.]

The world ain't like your sugar-sweet little planet where I'm from. Folks can't always save each other, and no one comes to stop you from fallin' down a pit no matter how loud you scream. So had to do whatever it took here even if it could kill me.

[microtransactions]

Whoa whoa whoa, slow down, let me stop you right there. I think you're making a pretty hasty assumption there, buddy!

You think I don't know about planets other than just the one? You really think that?

You think I don't know about worse things in the universe, and how terrible people can be to each other? I get it, I really do. You wanted to feel like you could attain enough power to protect yourself and do whatever you want for when you get back. If you had a shot at it of course you'd go for it, right?

But really, what was your endgame here?

[butcherspice]

But someone came to help you, didn't they? I felt it--something about that pink blighter changed things.

Not everybody gets that. Not everybody succeeds in helping people they care about either.

[He gives a light scoff at the question.]

Go home with the weapon and kill that bastard. That's always been the endgame.

[microtransactions]

When I hit rock bottom, I was the one who had to pick myself up to dig myself out of it. Kirby had nothing to do with it other than put me there in the first place.

[ but that's all he'll say on that.

part of him wants to wonder whether whatever guy billy's going after doesn't have something in his arsenal that might make him harder to stab with a needle, like flight or long range or intangibility or something. or maybe that guy'll pull a xiao too. but, well. whatever. not his circus if billy's seen that one sliver of possibility and will risk whatever he's got to try to grasp it.

yikes, honestly. ]

So that's it then, isn't it. You've got what you want. Long as you make it out of here intact, [ which is tenuous, but ] it looks like you've got yourself a pretty good deal out of this, huh?

[plunges]

[ A bad batch. That's all it is, is it.

...

He took her from you. He could have taken your brother away from you, too. And Psyche–

No. Do not. This is what they want. You understand loss, you know grief. This isn't you, Xiao–

He wants silence. He wants peace. But everyone keeps going, Billy has been aiding the birds, his thoughts are completely muddled now.

There's a moment in which Xiao appears to be wrestling himself, as he has been for the past few days.

But, at some point, his glare turns sharp. His teeth are clenched. His hand very shakily lifts itself, holding his spear, and his grip tightens around the hilt. The dark aura surrounding him seems to pick up.

He's very clearly trying to hold himself back, but another force at play seems to be wanting to break free. ]

[dupiety]

[Oh?

Temenos turns his head away from the interrogation playing out and looks toward the direction of the sudden ominous spike in the air.]

...Xiao?

[plunges]

[ Sorry, Xiao can't come to the phone right now.

He's slowly, shakily pulling himself into an offensive stance. ]

[dupiety]

[Well, that's not good. Temenos raises his staff in response and begins to advance on Xiao. He doesn't know what's going on, but he knows that oppressive aura anywhere.]

Everyone, stay back.

1/?? (1/2)

[plunges]

...

[ There's a slow, almost twisted turn of his head when he looks at Temenos. His eyes are wide. His expression is flickering between that of rage and fear. ]

[chosenwang]

[ how u doing there son do you need a snickers ]

[plunges]

[ SURE DOES, ]

[chosenwang]

[ He's busy being a shield between his boos and Billy but he will be watching this ]

[diabolizes]

[ Well, this is enough to actually pull him out of his anger! ]

…Xiao.

[plunges]

[ There's no reply.

Only a very terrified look in Wei Wuxian's direction. ]

[diabolizes]

[ He reaches for his flute. Would it even do anything? Is it worth a shot? ]