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

[immortalpoet]

I guess if you put it like that.

[MURDER!!! GOOD FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY!!!!]

It would be better than the arts and crafts table he set up, anyways.

[conchy]

True enough! Maybe you should return to the table and craft a poème to lift the spirits of the living? They need our support as well!

[...Lobelia says, knowing full well any poetry Vergilius might write would only depress those who remain on the island. Sounds like a grand idea if you ask him.]

[immortalpoet]

Oh, please. Though it would be better than the utter drivel you write, Lobelia.

[conchy]

Si cruel! I worked quite hard on that poème, you know, but if you're so lacking in appreciation, then I will write one for the living instead.

[immortalpoet]

Do it. I'm sure they'd enjoy it.

[in the tone of "they will think its horrible"]

[conchy]

Very well! I'll do so right now!

[Horrible. Look what you've enabled, Vergilius.]

[immortalpoet]

Why is he like this.....

[PLEASE GET HIM OUT OF GRAVEYARD]

[conchy]

[Why indeed! Lobelia rushes off to the arts and crafts table and returns some time later with a real banger of a poem. AHEM,]

Dans l'ombre d'une nuit sans étoiles,
Un groupe de cœurs remplis de voiles,
Se trouva confronté à un destin funeste,
Deux oiseaux maléfiques semant la détresse.

Leurs différences les éloignaient dans la haine,
Leur rancune les rendait sourds à la peine,
Mais le cri des oiseaux résonna dans leurs âmes,
Et ils savaient que pour survivre, ils devaient être ensemble.

Dans un sursaut de lucidité et de nécessité,
Ils décidèrent d'unir leurs forces, de s'allier,
Car les oiseaux maléfiques étaient une menace,
Leur noirceur embrasait les cieux et effaçait les traces.

Ils mirent de côté leurs querelles passées,
Leurs mots acérés, leurs rancœurs enracinées,
Et dans l'union fragile de leurs volontés discordantes,
Ils trouvèrent une force nouvelle, une force déterminante.

Le premier offrit son courage et sa vaillance,
Le second apporta sa ruse et sa persévérance,
Le groupe, malgré lui, se découvrit complémentaire,
Et dans cette alliance forcée, ils trouvèrent une lumière.

Les oiseaux maléfiques semaient la terreur,
Leur envergure sombre obscurcissait le bonheur,
Mais les cœurs qui s'étaient tant haïs autrefois,
S'unirent pour lutter contre le mal qui se déploie.

Ils traquèrent les oiseaux à travers les nuages,
Leurs yeux brûlants d'une nouvelle rage,
Leurs pas s'accordaient dans une danse étrange,
Guidés par la volonté de briser cette effroyable échange.

Et dans un dernier combat d'une intensité rare,
Le groupe d'âmes déchirées triompha de l'effroi avare,
Les oiseaux maléfiques tombèrent, vaincus,
Leurs ailes noires s'étendirent, sans vie et déchus.

Le groupe, pantelant, le souffle court et l'âme en émoi,
S'émerveilla devant le pouvoir de l'union et de la foi,
Car ils avaient compris qu'ensemble, tout est possible,
Même l'alliance des ennemis les plus invincibles.

Ainsi se termine cette histoire emplie d'espoir,
Où la haine et la rancune se métamorphosent en devoir,
Car lorsque les cœurs, malgré tout, s'unissent pour un but,
Même les oiseaux maléfiques s'inclinent, vaincus.

[Everyone understand? Good. The one other person who speaks French in this accursed graveyard is probably going to die a second time upon hearing Lobelia recite his lovely poem that totally wasn't written by ChatGPT™, but everyone else can rest assured that this is a fine work of art meant to bolster their spirits. Enjoy!]

[immortalpoet]

[BETWEEN GRITTED TEETH AFTER HEARING ALL OF THIS]

I can't stand you.

[conchy]

Heheh! I know!

[KYAAAAAAAAAAA]

[immortalpoet]

[SOUND OF SOMEONE PUTTING A HAND ON LOBELIA'S FACE AND SHOVING IT]

[conchy]

[This is the part where he licks Vergilius' palm just to piss him off before running away from the scene of the crime, hon hon honing in delight as he goes. Goodbye!]

[immortalpoet]

[BENNY HILL THEME AS HE'S CHASING THIS HOOLIGAN DOWN]

[necrotiem]

[It is becoming increasingly easier to take Sonya’s side in all things.]

[dakicover]

[ BLOCKED. ]

[conchy]

[YOU CAN'T BLOCK A GODDAMN GHOST CREA]

[dakicover]

[ HE WILL EXORCISE HIM ]

[conchy]

[yes delightful, bring him back to torment the living face-to-face]

[idologue]

[ She understood like maybe 10 words of this, but that will not stop her from clapping enthusiastically. ]

[dupiety]

[Temenos just laughs.

Thank you for putting his studies to the test, Lobelia.]

My, my, my. That was delightfully corny, especially coming from you.

[conchy]

[Ah, good! He knew he could rely on Temenos to give him nothing but earnest praise. Thank you, Daddy.]

With an emphasis on delightful, of course! I did my best to frame your plight as an epic tale of struggle and triumph over the evil oiseaux! Feel free to recite my poème sans égal to the rest of your flock to bolster their spirits.

[dupiety]

[Was it praise, though? Was it really?]

Unfortunately, I think they would gag me before I could finish translating it for them. Mm, and I wouldn't really call them my flock anymore.

[conchy]

[This is the risk you take when you say anything remotely kind to him, sarcastic or not. Lobelia hears what he wants to hear!]

Non? So you've given up all pretenses, then? Quelle tournure délicieuse! You're a cautionary tale for any man of the cloth if ever there was one.

[dupiety]

Hahaha. That I am.

[And yet he sounds so proud about it.]

Is it truly so much of a surprise to you, though? I've no doubt you've been watching.

[passetemps]

[ ...





unfortunately he actually thinks this is pretty good, but he's not going to say so. ]