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]

...oh my god.

[Well this got awkward. Shelley tries to defuse the awkwardness, waving her hands]

B-But hey! It doesn't matter anymore. Look, I'm more worried about you being in risk now. After what happened to Kevin I think...it's not a stretch to think you could be the gunner's next target.

[unlikelyend]

[ He watches her wave her hands and then he takes pause at her words, and ... yeah, he can't really forget what happened to Kevin. ]

...

[ Duke is a little touched and a bit confused (socially maladjusted self ringing in here) at Shelley being worried about him, but he doesn't find it objectionable. ]

But if someone did decide to target me, I suppose I should not make a habit of being in places like this on my own...although, I had never anticipated that you would worry about the idea of that.

[tibkins]

I'm not good at holding grudges...even if maybe I should this one time.

[Shelley takes the cupcake and bites into it. Yeah, that's a fake lemon cupcake. The real one was taken by Crow]

There are people who don't want you dead. It's not just me. I don't think there are more than two or three that trust you anymore, but those who want you dead aren't as many as you think.

[unlikelyend]

Why did you eat...?

[ To him it looked like Shelley just bit into a real lemon cupcake, and then he realizes that when the effects are not activating that it is really fake. So he just settles into an awkward silence... and tries to pretend that it didn't even happen. ]

I see. I ... did not know that was the case.

I had figured, perhaps reasonably so, that there were many who would have.

[tibkins]

Oh, this one is a fake lemon cupcake. The real one was taken from my bedroom yesterday, so I thought I should warn you about that, just in case.

[Well, knowing who has the cupcake, it isn't like Duke is in danger unless he's allergic to lemon or to his own tears]

I think many are tired of so many deaths. We just want this to be over.

[unlikelyend]

[ He'll nod, figuring it makes sense anyway for her to do so. ]

Mm. I understand...as I am of the same mindset.

This has gone on long enough.