parasomnic | 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.

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[NO NEVER]

It would be a shame if something happened to them!

[Ohhhh man you are not calming down at all. Okay, buddy. He's just going to awkwardly pat Top Dollar on the shoulder for a moment all while smiling like his internal thought process isn't "HOW THE FUCK DO I GET HIM TO SIT, HOW DO I GET MYSELF TO SIT WHEN I'M MANIC OH WAIT I DON'T"]

Though I suppose they'll be restocked regardless. Come on, let's get them back to your room.

...And please don't put them in your drawers, that was a little... weird.

[DUKE BUDDY HE LOVES YOU, BUT]

You can't fuckin' look at them like that.

[...Why the fuck would you put them in your drawers, though.

And you know what, he's still goddamn vibrating but he's got a task now, and someone to keep him set on that task until he's actually done it, and that's more than he usually has. It's nice, in a way; it's not enough, but he also hasn't really had anyone to do this for him since Myca.]

But we should go, yeah.

[Come...on back to his room, then, he supposes?]

[Oh good, he responds well to "here is this thing, I will do it", that's exactly how Yeager works. He can manage this, probably!!]

It's really silly, isn't it? I think he might be embarrassed by how many he has and that's why he's hiding some of them!

[APPARENTLY THE DEFAULT IS JUST "TALK SHIT BEHIND DUKE'S BACK" sorry duke]

For fuck's sake...

[And his words are still harsh, still coming a bit too quickly, but yes, he responds acceptably well to being given a task, at least in short bursts. He'll be elevated the entire time and therefore too high-energy for his own good, but at least it gives him more options than "punch somebody" and "pace around being obnoxiousness incarnate."]

It's not like anybody's gonna know but him and whoever he lets in there.

And the unfortunate people who have to investigate his room, ja?

[no wonder we failed the trial, yeager was supposed to be helping]

[therein lies the problem, clearly.]

...So the people he lets in there, and also the shithead prosecutor.

[...Mikami is a pal, clearly.

That said, just...this elevator takes forever? It feels like it takes forever.]

...I would argue that he isn't so bad, but I can't bring myself to play nice today!

[NO REALLY YESTERDAY WAS A SHITSHOW AND HE DOESN'T APPRECIATE RANDOM SEARCHES who cares that a man is dead??????]

You kidding? He's got all the charm and charisma of a goddamn cat dipped in paint and rolled on a cactus.

[FOR THE RECORD

MIKAMI HAS DONE LITERALLY NOTHING TO HIM, THIS IS PURELY DUE TO THE FACT THAT THEY CAN'T BE IN THE SAME ROOM WITHOUT SIDE-EYEING EACH OTHER FOR NO DISCERNIBLE REASON DESPITE THE FACT THAT THEY'VE SPOKEN LIKE TWICE

...UNLESS THE ROOM INVOLVES HALF-NAKED DUKE APPARENTLY, AT WHICH POINT MIKAMI'S TOO BUSY BEING REPRESSED AND TOP DOLLAR IS TOO BUSY ADMIRING THE VIEW BUT THE POINT STILL STANDS]

[...YOU'RE BOTH DISASTERS............]

Goodness, such strong feelings! Though really, that's possibly the best way to describe him!

[Oh hey look, we're finally here. Wow, that was a long elevator ride?? What the hell.]

[...I mean he's also just got entirely too much energy for his own good so that might be why it supposedly took forever

I am so sorry that you have been in an enclosed space with this.]

Well, shit. It's not like I'm known for strong feelings in the first place, he should be flattered or something.

[WELL AT LEAST YOU DIDN'T DECIDE TO FIGHT HIM OR SOMETHING look at what he has to put up with, how did this happen to him]

Ja, indeed! Having that much of an opinion on someone means he certainly made an impact! It's much better than being forgotten!

[Well, like. He wouldn't mind if you punched him a couple of times? But that would do the opposite of getting him to settle and he would punch back, so you probably don't want to do that.]

Friend, if you think I'm gonna make a point of remembering him after all of this bullshit, you are gonna be sorely disappointed.

[NO HE DOESN'T he has a very fragile everything, you know!!! (no)]

No, I'm not saying you're going to try to remember him, but the next time you see a cactus or a particularly menacing potted plant, I wouldn't be surprised if you thought about him for a brief moment!

Yeah, yeah. Where the fuck would we be without constant reminders of Teru Mikami - Bringer of Justice, and Patron Saint of the Strip Search?

[g u y s]

[HE'S TRYING SO HARD NOT TO LAUGH RIGHT NOW]

It would be dreadful, wouldn't it? Whatever would we do without him?

Remain fully clothed during the week, probably.

[...look just let him try to open his damn door without completely bumblefucking the room key onto the floor all right]

[please try to get your door open in one go, he's a little afraid you'll break the glass animals before we can even get inside...]

What a wonderful week that would be! I'm looking forward to the end of all this for that very reason alone!

[SERIOUSLY IT'LL BE SO WEIRD NOT TO HAVE ANY MORE STRIP SEARCHES]

["Weird" is one word for it, yes...

That said, though, he'll succeed at getting the door open without breaking his goddamn bag full of glass, which is...probably a good thing. Probably? Probably.]

Just...sit down somewhere, I'll be there in a second.

[Let him put the aforementioned goddamn bag down somewhere, okay. Feel free to take over the couch, he doesn't give a fuck.]

[He'll do just that, then! These rooms are kind of nice, he appreciates the space.]

...Why do they keep moving what room we're assigned to? I still haven't figured that out.

[idle... chatter...???]

Keeping us disoriented, for one thing. Not wanting us to get too used to our surroundings or find anything too familiar. Probably keeping us from finding each other too familiar, too - it's easier to get to know a set of people if you're constantly in the same little block as them, but if we're shuffled around sometimes we're clear across the floor from people we were next to yesterday. This way we've got to seek each other out intentionally or deal with it.

[...]

Or maybe it's just easier to poison the fuck out of some of us this way. Who knows.

[...HE'S...KIND OF BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS.]

[Oh good, he picked a great topic!!]

I'm still curious how we managed to avoid being poisoned. I'm certainly not complaining, of course, but it seems so odd. I do agree that this is probably to keep us disoriented, but I'm not sure how effective that is. At this point, we're so used to switching rooms every week that it would probably be stranger if we didn't move.

[He'll come join you on the couch after a while, Yeager; he's still kind of. vibrating. but he seems to be settling a little bit, anyway. Not much, but a bit.]

I asked Sandra about it, she said I've got some sort of quality that makes me different from everybody else.

I mean, I asked her again and told her to stop being such a cryptic whore about it this time, and naturally she continued being herself. But that's what she said.

...Goodness.

[well, you weren't wrong, honestly.]

Some sort of quality that makes you different from everybody else... Oh, I've got it! It's your bluntness!

[oh my god]

I actually asked her if it was how much I swear, because she was throwing around the word "fuck" like she'd just learned it that day. She didn't seem amused.

[ohhhhhhhhh my god don't you make him laugh at that, asshole]

Well, you do have quite a mouth on you! I'm a bit surprised that she started, but perhaps she learned from the best!

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