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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Comments

[necrotiem]

Ah, hahaha, so you really were bored and not just trying to avoid seeing me.

[immortalpoet]

I think it was both, Waltaquin. I already have my hands full with Lobelia here.

[conchy]

Of course, of course! I'm doing my due diligence and keeping you well-occupied.

[Because Vergilius needs to be pestered and harassed or he'll shrivel up like a grape in the sun and expire. These are facts.]

[idologue]

[ ... cute. She's far gotten past the whole heart-carving thing and decided this is cute. Don't mind her smiling to herself as she is eavesdropping. ]

[immortalpoet]

He's treating it like his job or something.

[HE SOUNDS EXHAUSTED]

[conchy]

Oh? Is it not?

[heheheheheHEHEHE,]

I seem to recall a certain someone being particularly inept at tending to his own needs. Quel tragique! If I don't keep an eye out on you, no one will.

[immortalpoet]

If you keep this up, I'm leaving.


[WHERE WILL YOU EVEN GO]

[conchy]

Merveilleux! Perhaps you'll find a way out this time?

[WHERE THE FUCK WILL YOU GO VERGINGTON, THERE IS NO ESCAPE]

[immortalpoet]

[GRUMBLE GRUMBLE]

Don't rub it in.

[conchy]

I assure you that isn't my intent! N'abandonnez pas. Before long, you'll be returned to the place you belong.

[And that isn't the island proper. If Vergilius has no faith, Lobelia is here to pick up the slack.]

[immortalpoet]

...

[Quieter:]

I hope so. I'm done with this mess.

[conchy]

The "end" is in sight, Vergilius. Je promets.

[immortalpoet]

...

If it doesn't end, I'm going after that wizard.

[conchy]

Heh-ahaha! But of course! Those who make promises they can't keep should be punished accordingly. You'll allow my involvement, won't you?

[please wife, give him permission]

[dupiety]

[He's not interrupting, but he's definitely listening and nodding slowly.

What a dynamic this has turned into.]

[immortalpoet]

[they are bonking each other in the head like tom and jerry this is what's happening clearly]

[conchy]

[don't worry about it]

[necrotiem]

[She breathes heavily, which was probably the prefix to a laugh at one point in time.]

So I gathered. And not just him, surely. I imagine you've had copious amounts of looking out to do.

[immortalpoet]

What? No. I'm not your babysitter. Though maybe you need one, with how you all have been handling things...though I'm surprised you all haven't imploded on each other yet.

[necrotiem]

That makes two of us, hee hee. [she is on so many benzos rn dude and they can only do so much and this is only half a shitpost]

... I've something of yours. A photo. Would you like it, or do you prefer to forget?

[immortalpoet]

[...]


[A photo...?]

It has many people in it, yes....?

[necrotiem]

So it does.

[immortalpoet]

[His voice is softer.]

Please keep it. I'll take it from you if we ever come over.

[necrotiem]

Incentive, then, for Merlin to complete his opus.

[Perhaps she can't empathize with the situation, but she can understand its meaning.]

[immortalpoet]

Yes.

I have someone to look after at home. I can't keep her waiting.