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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[idologue]

[ There's a lot of mixed feelings in Lacus' heart at that. She can hear Nona in those words, and she misses Nona. But...

There is also a hint of puzzled amusement here. ]

You think I can only love those who are docile and palatable? Do you believe those are attributes I see in Tomura or Lobelia?

[ She feels like this stay has made plenty clear how much violence she's willing to look past for recognition of the self in the other. ]

I'm not mad at you, Alecto. I'm not disappointed in you. I merely don't know you yet - so I wouldn't want to placate you with claims of a love that has not yet been born.

[stilllovesyou]

Their violence is a drop in the ocean. They are squabbling children. Mewling cubs who think they know a single thing about hate. I am hate itself.

[It still hurts. Of course Lacus is correct. She is a stranger. She can't be Nona any longer. She can't delude herself into thinking she was ever Nona. That Nona was anything other than a brief period of blissful ignorance that was crushed under her weight by virtue of knowing what she was.

She wonders how Palamedes and Camilla will react? Or Pyrrha. She couldn't even be the people they wanted. Useless disgusting hideousness.]

I don't need or want your love. I have suffered enough love for a billion lifetimes.

But you have mine.