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]

[Ugh, fine. He's on thin ice as is and he's supposed to dispel hostility for the power of friendship to bring people back to life or whatever, so might as well.]

Billy Butcher, normal human bloke who beats the piss out of bastards with superpowers that get too big for their britches.

Been workin' as part of a task force to tear down the company that makes and markets superheroes where I'm from for around a decade now. That's had us tradin' favors with a few groups in the past, right now with the Federal Bureau of Superhuman Affairs.

Also cut a deal with our bird pals to speed up the process on that 'take out superheroes that are massive twats' mission and been chattin' with them for about a month now. Not married to that job so shoot me any queries on 'em that pops into your noggins.