FINAL WEEK

[strangerpeople]

FINAL WEEK

[Soon after, many of the figures lay dead. They bodies are splayed all over the stage. The female, however, seems to be gone.

Where did she go? What is she planning? It's unknown. But, soon after the Titled leave the Debate Hall, they are struck with a vivid vision. It is quick, but strong. Another dream, and this time, it is a waking dream.

Another memory. The Depths haven't been cleaned, either. The halls are silent, and no new doors seem to have opened. Yet deep down, you know. The end is near.

Its time to get ready. So, get ready, Titled.

There are seven strangers left.]

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TUESDAY

[strangerpeople]

Open

[carnageandclass]

[Camilla was never one to sit still, moreso since arriving in the Depths. She, Linkara, and Santa might be in another game but she's not staying idle. In fact, she's in a couple places of note: one may see her in the clothier checking out the fabrics but for the reason, you may want to ask her yourself. Another stop she's at today is the armoury inspecting some of the axes inside. And by inspecting, we mean how much wood can be spilt by her testing them. Duck!

And it's quite possible for you to catch her on patrol during the night. They are not out of the woods yet and she's not letting down her guard.]

[carries_war]

[Barracks Hallway]

[Jr.'s been curious for a while about that mysterious sixteenth door, at the end of the hallway. There didn't seem to be any way in, however, so he's mostly ignored it...until now. With any concerns about breaking the rules now gone, he's set himself up outside the door, backed up against the room opposite it. Then, with a deep breath, he shoves a handful of dried meat of...dubious origin into his mouth and charges, shoulder first. Let's see just how tough that lock is, huh?]

[Conservatex] CW: alcohol use

[Regardless of the success or failure of his attempt at breaking into mysterious room 16, late afternoon finds Jr. out in the closest thing they have to outdoors...with several bottles of liquor. He's laying sprawled in the grass, a bottle of something strong in one hand, and muttering to himself.]

Damn Albedo...damn U-TIC...gonna kick all your asses when I get outta here...se'f I won't...an' then, then you'll regret messing with MOMO and the Foundation. Damn bastards...

Conservatex

[lightnen]

[ Taking everything into consideration, the grassy, open area of the Conservatex had become a go-to for him lately and so it shouldn't have been all that surprising to see Junior there. He walked closer, about to call out when he caught sight of the bottles of alcohol and the one in the red-head's hands.

Was he..?

Listening to the stuff Junior was muttering about kinda clued him into what was happening and he exhaled a sigh. Yeah. Totally drunk. Considering everything, it wasn't like he could blame him but still. ]

Really had to crack out the liquor to deal with things, huh?

[ Going to nudge at a bottle with his foot as he says this, hands still calmly in the pockets of his shorts. ]

[carries_war]

Hey, leave'it be! 'S mine, Alexis said I could have it.

[He reaches over to snatch the bottle, movements wobbly and uncoordinated. Yep, absolutely drunk.]

[lightnen]

[ S i g h. ]

That didn't mean you should try to drink so much of it once. Besides... it's not like I want any of it.

[ Going to kinda kneel down in front of you now, Junior. Totally not impressed. ]

Do you really want to be out here like this where everyone can see you?

[carries_war]

Whatever. 'F anyone gives me trouble, I'll...

[He drops the closed bottle and waves his hand around in a vaguely threatening gesture.]

I'll do whatever the hell I want.

[lightnen]

[ Going to be shaking his head at that. Junior why did you go and have to do something like this? ]

Not in that state you won't.

[ Stated as bluntly as possible, Killua took a glance toward the bottles and then back to Junior. He couldn't just leave him here because he wasn't about to risk something like the other passing out in here and getting 'punished' for it, even if part of him knew the woman in charge probably couldn't do anything against them for it. ]

Here. How about I help you to your room and then you can keep drinking and whatever there?

[carries_war]

[Because trauma, more or less.]

Don't wanna. Grass' comfier than that damn rock they call a bed.

[lightnen]

That's not an excuse. Come on. You gotta do this for me, okay?

[ Then something hits and he decides to just roll with it to see a reaction. Cue a rather wide, impish grin. ]

I mean... if you don't, I could decide on taking you as an example and drink to get away from my problems.

Conservatex

[bythewaves]

[ You have had quite enough, young man, the wolf is going to take that bottle away now ]

[carries_war]

[Noooooo, he was drinking that! He sits up to reach for the bottle, too slow to actually grab it before it's out of his reach.]

Hey, giv'it back! 'S mine!

[bythewaves]

[ No.

He's tossing the bottle over there and then sitting on Junior, nuzzling close. ]

[carries_war]

Augh! Get offa me, dammit!

[Squirm squirm! This is entirely too much wolf in his lap...maybe he can reach one of the other bottles he had nearby?]

[bythewaves]

[ N O.

Maglor bats the other bottles out of reach, and settles his weight more firmly on Junior ]

[carries_war]

I wasn't done with those!

[Flaiiiiil!]

[bythewaves]

[ The wolf growls at him warningly - not agression, but the message is clear.

Junior is totally done with those ]

Barracks Hallway

[zephyranthe]

[Fie is totally here for this shit? What better things can you do with your time than engage in breaking and entering anyways. Anyone who thinks otherwise can go be lame somewhere else or something!!

With that said, she'll scatter a bunch of dirt in the hallway so they'll be able to see any footprints made by the invisible guys. She also has a couple of bottles of something around and more goddamn fire for some reason.]

Any luck?

[carries_war]

[About that...]

The Door

[strangerpeople]

[J R. OH MY GOD

...

You know what? The door flies open and Jr. is also, as a result, sent flying across whatever lies within the newly open door. Because effort like this should be rewarded. Hilariously.

Wheeee!!!]

[carries_war]

[Are you seriously going to tell him it was already open? Regrets! Especially since he sort of tilted forward to tackle the door and now he's landing on his butt after going for a tumble. So much for dignity.]

Ugh, what the hell!

[Well, he's in here now, so might as well look around! What's behind door #0?]

[strangerpeople]

[Could be worse, he could have failed and shattered his shoulder!...Ow. That hurts thinking about it.

Anyways.

It's empty save for that big coffin on the wall where the alcove is.]

[carries_war]

[...His healing potions probably wouldn't be up to that.

This. This is a thing, though. He'll draw one of his knives, just in case there's a vampire in there that's not quite as well meaning as Babette, and approach.]

Fie, watch my back. If there's something dangerous in here, don't let it get out.

[And with that, he'll see if he can pry the coffin open...keeping the lid as much between himself and whatever's in there as he can while still looking.]

[strangerpeople]

[Yeah, no, that would take...a lot to heal.

Also.

That sure is a corpse in there. It's not moving. Or...anything...]

[carries_war]

[Well...that sure is a thing to store in a locked room down here. At least a lazy vampire would've made sense.

He gives the corpse a poke with the blunt end of his knife, then, assuming it still doesn't move, starts looking it over for anything of note. He supposes it's too much to hope for a wallet with some ID or anything similarly identifying?]