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unknownseas2020-04-19 01:58 am
bathymetric) wrote in unknownseas2020-04-19 01:58 am
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WEEK 3
Well, the tail end of Week 2 could have gone better. That's the first thing to note.
The second thing is... hang on, should it be Week 3 yet? You've all gone to sleep (or... not, in the case of anyone who doesn't), but when you wake up (and you do all wake up), the calendar and clock on your device informs you that it's Sunday. In-character, all characters explicitly have absolutely no memory of Saturday.
Your sense of time isn't the only thing that's changed - a new branch of the facility has opened and become active overnight, giving you new resources and places to investigate, should you so choose. There's also a new channel on the television, though whether it's an improvement over the last one is questionable.
Otherwise, though, things have mostly settled into normalcy again, or at close to normal as you can find in this place. How long that peace will last, though... that's becoming increasingly uncertain, moving forward.
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[ ooc: Welcome to Week 3! Turn in last week's AC over here, and regains remain over this way! And for the sake of consistency, Angel's office hours remain over yonder! ]
The second thing is... hang on, should it be Week 3 yet? You've all gone to sleep (or... not, in the case of anyone who doesn't), but when you wake up (and you do all wake up), the calendar and clock on your device informs you that it's Sunday. In-character, all characters explicitly have absolutely no memory of Saturday.
Your sense of time isn't the only thing that's changed - a new branch of the facility has opened and become active overnight, giving you new resources and places to investigate, should you so choose. There's also a new channel on the television, though whether it's an improvement over the last one is questionable.
Otherwise, though, things have mostly settled into normalcy again, or at close to normal as you can find in this place. How long that peace will last, though... that's becoming increasingly uncertain, moving forward.
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[ ooc: Welcome to Week 3! Turn in last week's AC over here, and regains remain over this way! And for the sake of consistency, Angel's office hours remain over yonder! ]
THURSDAY
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She'll also be in the sewing room with a bundle of dried flowers. She's looking through ribbons. Some are too bright, some too dull... it seems important whatever she's doing.
Later in the evening, she's seen again with those flowers in her usual spot. That, of course, would be the chapel. She places the dried lilies, now with a fresh white ribbon, in front of the various symbols of the Church of Seiros. Rhea seems less talkative this evening.]
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Oh-- I have something for you.
[ Has she been carrying it around in the bag she'd made for herself yesterday? Of course. She searches through it, and withdraws a scroll, which she offers to Rhea. ]
I'm very certain this is yours.
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chapel 2: the sequel to chapels
when chapels attack
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revenge of the cathedral
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I'll assume this is yours.
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Oh! Look at this!
[She scoops the Mr. Universe shirt up immediately, far more enthusiastic than it would seem to warrant.]
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Still before lights up, he swings by Area B for a couple more wood chunks from the workshop. While there, he pauses in the entrance to the chapel, but doesn't enter. After a while, he breathes out and turns away.
By the time the lights come on--good morning, everybody!--he's in the dining area for breakfast. It's the first time he's ordered anything here so early, and he seems surprised by the kitchen's answer to his request: sure, he's got a triple order of his usual barley bread and salted meat, but he asked for chocolate expecting a cupcake--not a steaming mug of something rich and wonderful.
ITP, Therion discovers hot chocolate. Instead of bringing the food back to his room as planned, he takes a seat and savors each sip. Once it's gone, all too soon, he orders another and a saucer to take with him.]
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[ She's not talking about Therion, which would be valid, probably. Rather, Daisy's trotting alongside her, ears pricked up. One of the duo has to be alert, and it's definitely not Mira. At least she's got the sense to carry one of those letter openers with her. You know, just in case.
It's somewhere between the living quarters and the vending machine room that she runs into Therion--not literally, at least--and gives a start. ]
Oh. Um, good morning.
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...Ah, I forgot how much easier it would be to get certain beverages here. It's been a long time since I've had cocoa.
[How long has it been? It'd been pretty tough to get that stuff in Fodlan.]
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[She seems irreverent, for someone who was pretty convinced that something horrible was going to happen again a week ago. It's fine. When you come from a wild fucking canon, you just have to accept that shit happens.]
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Jewel! [She immediately wraps her arms around the Garbodor, beaming.] You were stuck in there too? I'm so sorry! You can be out and about as much as you want now!
[Indeed, she keeps her promise, the Garbodor following behind her wherever she can fit, as Nira carries the rest of her haul around. Surprisingly, she doesn't seem to leave much actual residue behind, and seems quite cheerful and curious about everything.
Nira makes her way to the library to drop off the parkour and trust exercise books, the art room to place the origami book on a shelf, and the lounge to place the Monopoly game somewhere accessible before heading to the dining room, where she orders several fish dishes that she and Aria share, while handing the bones and skin over to Jewel to consume.]
Ooh, oily. These are your favorite, right?
[Later at night, she can be seen in the chapel, one hand placed on Terrakion's symbol, the other brushing over the symbols for the other three Swords. She's praying softly under her breath, Jewel and Aria both at her side, eyes closed reverently.]
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[Anna's already taking her turn at the machine, and when it deposits... another cup of live worms, she turns in disgust and. Stares. What.]
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[Rose, as per usual, seems totally into the idea of a sentient trash monster.]
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After a little trip to the vending machine, Della spends her morning sorting her goods in Area A. She'd go into the dining room, really, but well, the worms seem a little...unsanitary. They're also placed far away from everything else, because why worms. Seriously, what point is there to have worms.
There aren't a lot of places in Area B that Della hands around a lot? Outside the workshop, that is. But, today she makes a stop by the chapel for the first time, and to her surprise there's something she recognizes. It's small, but there's a typical tapestry depicting a tableau of various Greek godly figures--except they're all some manner of bird, or dog, or rabbit, or whatnot. The one Della seems drawn to is some kind of tall swan-like woman, and it brings a half-smile to her face. ]
What do you know... Hey, Selene. Don't suppose you got any wisdom for me? No?
[ As the day goes on, Della finds herself in the lounge, once again with her Powerline CD. Sometimes you just need to listen to some mindless pop and hope it drowns out the negativity. Before popping it in, however, she'll ask whoever's around: ]
You don't mind a little change from boring jazz or the land of infomercials, do you?
u know ;)
There's something off about it, though, but it's fine. ]
Did you get a good haul, Della?
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She sits up when she hears Della's voice, though.]
Sorry. I'll leave.
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[ROSE WANTS WORMS]
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Either way, Thursday evening is spent taping each bowtie to its recipient's door with a handwritten note:
Dear [name]:
Thought you could use a pick me up. Here's a little something fancy to spice up your tuxedo.
Love,
Alice]
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Ugh. Whatever. She's dealing with it, kind of sort of. She retreats to the sewing room, intending to work on something, when she happens upon Alice. ]
Oh-- Hello.
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Oh, hey! Have you, um. I'm looking for a seam ripper?
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WILDCARD
Here she is, the gift fairy of the night!
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In the morning she's in the dining room with an assortment of stuff the vending machine generously spat out for her. She's sitting cross-legged in her chair, a bagel smothered in honey at her elbow and still in her standard issue green pajamas. In her lap is some kind of giant naked rodent that she's absentmindedly feeding bits of ration. On top of her bagel and nug distractions, she's also putting a lot of focus on the chess board on the table, examining the pieces and moving them on the board in a match against no one in particular.
Later in the afternoon she's thrown on some proper clothes (the shirt from her suit set and a knee-length black skirt that looks new) and looks to be in decent spirits based on the way she's hurrying up to anyone she sees, a tape measure from the sewing room around her neck]
Hello! Can I take your measurements?
[Later in the early evening, before lights out, she's in the chapel. She's only come in here less than a handful of times since it opened. The look of it reminds her a little too much of the chantry that sits abandoned in the Fallow Mire and the complicated feelings that come with that. But beside the stained glass image of Andraste, Bride of the Maker, there's a a scaled down statue of a female dwarf that almost touches the ceiling and that's the one Zerinda has migrated toward. She's opted to stretch out against it's left leg, her back braced against it's shin, while she works diligently at hand sewing something made of a vibrant orange and red fabric. Princess, her pet nug, is dozing across her legs.
She looks more subdued than usual, calm and focused, but given the option for company she won't turn it away.]
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So for a while, she spends some time off in the sewing room. She found a pattern for a stuffed dog, and that sounded really neat! She's trying to make it now, carefully following the steps with a bolt of fabric she's found. Seems like she's having a little difficulty managing the needle with her giant hands...but hey, she's got time.]
I've never made anything like this before...it's interesting.