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Parasomnia Mods ([personal profile] parasomniacs) wrote in [community profile] 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.
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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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nevergraduating: the most concise picture of this shitchild (read it and weep.)

Wednesday, Option the 3rd

[personal profile] nevergraduating 2017-01-06 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Crow passes by the gym every now and then, but... what the hell is he even looking at. Who decided that Sting would be a good engineer, who. But you know what, he doesn't mind using any excuse he can to fuck around with the staff, so. He'll help Sting in making Fort Safety Hazard.]

Need a hand with building that? [Look!! He'll even lug over a couple of weights too!!]
Edited 2017-01-06 05:57 (UTC)
punchtual: leaning on shit (not literally), amused (nah nevermind the midriff is great)

[personal profile] punchtual 2017-01-06 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ He did. He decided it because it works. Check out the finely stacked dumbbells to his right! Why, somewhere out there a Jenga fanatic weeps because not even that game is as dubious, dangerous, or nerve-wracking as what Sting's doing right now!

Speaking of what he's doing, he looks up at Crow with a delighted grin. His face says he's open to help, as does the way he scoots over on his spot on the floor to give Crow room. 'cause apparently the whole gym isn't big enough or something. His voice, on the hand... ]


If you think you're up for it. [ He opens his hand and gestures to the shitty looking pile of what the fuck in front of him as an invitation. Go ahead and put on those weights, dude. If you dare. ]