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parasomnic2017-01-02 01:24 am
parasomniacs) wrote in parasomnic2017-01-02 01:24 am
Week 6
Week 6
Monday - Thursday
[ There is a particularly somber atmosphere in the quiet hotel. The day before ended with a terrible miscalculation and an innocent life lost in the name of the “experiment”. Emotions certainly ran high and it would not be strange for those effects to linger into the dawn of the new week. Until now they had successfully determined and executed three other murderers. But the fourth got away. They may not want to face the future yet—but the experiment stops for nothing.
The opening of a new wing would probably be of little solace to them. But it's not long before they are granted a small distraction.
Early Monday morning -- before they’ve even had a chance to properly examine the new floor and it’s rooms -- a text announcement arrives, following a small jingle. The sound is new; different from the announcement tones used during the investigation last week. It’s just as loud and persistent, but there’s an annoying set of four repeated notes in a pattern that lazily imitates a song assigned to this notification.]
Hello participants.
I hope you are doing well this morning and are well rested for the day ahead. There will be a meeting held in the lobby fifteen minutes from now. You will all be required to attend. Any person who is absent will be appropriately hunted down and brought to the meeting place by whatever means necessary. An important change has been made to the experimental proceedings, of which you must all now be made well aware.
See you all in fifteen minutes.
The opening of a new wing would probably be of little solace to them. But it's not long before they are granted a small distraction.
Early Monday morning -- before they’ve even had a chance to properly examine the new floor and it’s rooms -- a text announcement arrives, following a small jingle. The sound is new; different from the announcement tones used during the investigation last week. It’s just as loud and persistent, but there’s an annoying set of four repeated notes in a pattern that lazily imitates a song assigned to this notification.]
Hello participants.
I hope you are doing well this morning and are well rested for the day ahead. There will be a meeting held in the lobby fifteen minutes from now. You will all be required to attend. Any person who is absent will be appropriately hunted down and brought to the meeting place by whatever means necessary. An important change has been made to the experimental proceedings, of which you must all now be made well aware.
See you all in fifteen minutes.
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[Something about Vanitas' outburst is funny to her. It might have something to do with what she says next.]
Just for the record, no one is controlling me. Sheepy is Sheepy. Simple as that.
[Or not. It's definitely not that simple. But at the very least she seems to claim free will very confidently.]
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...Were his intentions so see-through?
Conchita's death had hit him so hard that he was now wondering if he'd started to lose it now, considering potentially reckless things that could get himself killed. Realization starts to sink in, the tension loosening just briefly from his shoulders as he tries to exhale a breath to try and calm down somewhat, turning his gaze to Sakura for a moment. ]
...My apologies, Sakura. I didn't... really realize how ahead of myself I was getting.
[ Then Sheepy starts up again and slowly his attention shifted back to it, the anger from before flashing within his eyes like burning embers. ]
I highly doubt that. You must work for someone and it clearly wasn't Sandra seeing as she's dead and you're not.
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Sakura gives Sheepy a good up-and-down look, unsure what to make of her. She decides that it's better to not ask her any questions, at least right now. She's about to respond and back off, but then Sheepy decides to...start talking again...
Her fingers curl up in his sleeve. She might not be able to tug him away if worst comes to worst, but she can remind him that she's still standing there, that he might regret taking that extra step forward. Sakura doesn't say anything out loud, but continues to anxiously hover. ]
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Right. So if you're a part of this Investigation Agency... were you the one who just sat by and let them decide an innocent man was guilty of a murder he didn't commit?
[ There's a note of something unreadable; bitter in his voice, but it seems as if Sakura's presence being there is actually helping him not do anything stupidly rash. If the way he's shifted back a little and somewhat closer to her was any indication. ]
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[She shrugs. Awkward.]
Go ahead and take it out on me if it makes you feel better though!
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[ Yeah he's still a bit angry, but he's honestly trying to hold back for Sakura's sake and the idea that letting himself act on what he feels would just end badly in some way. ]
...Well that depends on if there's punishment involved for me wishing to shred you into a thousand woolly pieces. There has to be a catch to why you seem so willing to say things like that.
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Well for starters, you can't actually touch me. Wishing is fine cause that's all it'll ever be, but you should try not to get too distracted, hmm?
There'd be a lot more dead if I hadn't been there to help though. Just remember that!
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[ He sighs irritably, trying to focus on the rest of Sheepy's words and how some of it sounded quite unusual. Something worth taking note of. ]
...Oh really? What does your involvement have to do with there possibly having been more dead, hm?
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[ Then he considers something, attempting to calm himself a bit so he's able to use a more rational train of thought here. ]
You said I can't actually touch you but why is that, exactly? You're right here in front of me and you're speaking to me now so what am I missing?