Week 6

[parasomniacs]

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. 

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[tibkins]

[Huh, that's one nice scarf. She paws at it idly, looking at the knives]

Why so many knives, Rean?

[valimar]

...Those are from when we fought with Hazama a few weeks back. It wasn't easy, but I confiscated them after we managed to apprehend him.

[ Rean's answer is straightforward enough. He doesn't seem to mind the questioning. ]

Better someone keep track of them then letting them fall into the hands of someone dangerous, you know?

[tibkins]

Oh...right. You're right.

[You're not the epitome of trustworthiness -- mostly because Shelley hasn't talked to you -- but you also don't look like a murderer in the making. She guesses it's fine for Rean to keep the knives. Besides there's a box. The bags had the knives on top of it, and she suspects that's the most interesting part about the bags, but the box...

Hm, may as well open it slowly and give time for Rean to protest if it's something she shouldn't take a look at]

[valimar]

[ Rean's not going to protest, but he is going to look away as she opens the box. He already knows what's in there, after all.

She won't be finding a surprise arsenal inside, unfortunately. Instead she'll find... selfies. A ton of them. Some featuring the recently deceased too. Noticing a pattern here? ]

[tibkins]

[Ah, yes, the selfies. It hurts to see many of the deceased people looking so happy and natural in the selfies. Rean, your bedroom is a museum of grief and it's depressing Shelley]

You and Crow seem to be good friends. He's a good guy, I like him!

[She comments, hiding how sad she's starting to feel, and looks away from the selfies, going to the bed. She's starting to want to run out of here, so she wants to check the bed and go away even if she hasn't entered the other parts of the bedroom. Guess if you don't want Shelley do a good investigation you just need to depress her]