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

[conchy]

Monsieur Magolor isn't wrong, is he? You would get up to so much trouble were it not for me!

[THE LITERAL OPPOSITE IS TRUE, LOBELIA IS AN UNRELIABLE NARRATOR]

[immortalpoet]

What trouble would I cause. Tell me, Lobelia.

[conchy]

Oh dear! If I had to list off your every sin, we'd be here all day!

[So like.............. in other words, Vergilius really isn't the problem? But Lobelia isn't going to admit that. He's never going to admit that.]

[immortalpoet]

As opposed to you. We'd be here for a year and a half.

[binch]

[conchy]

Only a year and a half? I'd like to think we'd be here much longer!

[He takes great pride in being a walking disaster, he'll have you know.]

[immortalpoet]

Ten years.

[conchy]

Much better. Merci!

[So much pride...]

[immortalpoet]

Don't be so proud of that.

[conchy]

Hm? Why not? I've worked hard to get where I am.

[immortalpoet]

[AGGRAVATED GROAN]

Do you see me boasting about the amount of people I've killed? No.

[conchy]

Have you given it a try? It might make you happy! Heureux, heureux!

[Except Lobelia knows better. Stop letting him rile you up so easily, Verg...]

[immortalpoet]

No.

[his eyes do not make noises but he is doing the laser eyes here]

[conchy]

Such a trouble-fête... What am I going to do with you?

[It'd be easier to list the things he won't do, namely: leaving Vergilius alone.]

[immortalpoet]

[HE'S GRUMBLING..........]

[isn't everyone happy to listen to these two go at it. at least there's no sounds of hearts being ripped out. progress]

[microtransactions]

I see, I see.

[ sage nodding ]

I understand completely.

[ DOES ANYONE ]