Week 6

[airlockedmods]

[Six weeks later, and fifteen people are dead. All of you have lost someone important, from friends to family to lovers. Yet there is still hope. Most of you banded together to protect your own yesterday, and with an entirely unexpected act of mercy from Blaze Dudely, it seems like the winds may finally be starting to blow in your favor. It even feels a bit warmer in the penitentiary this week, though tension still hangs heavy in the air.

On Sunday morning, the last of your memories will return to you. There is nothing for you now but - maybe, somehow - to find a way out of here.]


Sunday | Monday | Tuesday

(( Welcome to endgame, everyone! As you can see, this week will ICly be shorter, with endgame beginning for your characters on Wednesday, but rest assured, the final investigation/trial will still be on Friday and Saturday as usual. Keep an eye out for an OOC endgame post on Tuesday.

There will be no official AC this week, just a check-in, and all characters will now be at their true canon points. Also, Monday is your last chance for regains! Get those benefactor threads in! ))

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[neverheardofhim]

[Okay, boring.

He's going to skip to his own letter, while simultaneously pulling out the rest of that armor. It's concerning that it's there, makes him wonder what might have been taken when it was replaced.

He moves his fingers along the plate while he reads. Some unconscious part of his mind was driving his movement, inching around to the area nearest to where she was stabbed. There should be dried blood there, right.]

[airlockedmods]

[Varric's is at the bottom, almost hidden.

Varric,

I hope you never have to read this. I hope no one has to read any of these.

I'm going to try something. I hope it works, and I can burn all these letters. If it doesn't, then...I'm sorry. I know you said you would protect me. It's not your fault that you couldn't. But I have to try. I know you'll understand that.

Keep looking after the others, but look after yourself, too. Get back home. And tell our story. Don't let anyone forget.

Thank you. For everything.

Your friend,

Connie

As his fingers find the point in the armor where she was stabbed, something comes off as wrong. This armor isn't bloodstained, and there are no rips in the undersuit.

It's also much lighter and more flexible than metal armor should be.]

[neverheardofhim]

[There's a part of him that wanted nothing more than to crumple the letter and toss it to the side. He'd been partially right. This might not have confirmed his first theory, but it did prove that she had tried to do something to help them.

She'd gone where he couldn't follow, just like Hawke.

He could mourn later. His brows drew together as he turned the armor over and over in his hands. He searched for a switch of some sort, then picked up the strange device at the bottom of the trunk, as if somehow that had caused the armor to switch its composition.

But there still would have been tears in the undersuit.

With a grunt, Varric shook his head and went back to his search. He had another, budding theory. Now he just needed to know where she went if he planned on acting on it.]

[airlockedmods]

[For how high tech the armor looks, it's...strange, how simple it actually is. No buttons or switches, and if he looks inside the helmet it's just. A helmet with eye lenses.

(Not that he'd know what a HUD is or what kind of computery shit to expect in 26th century tech anyway.)

There's nothing else of note in the chest.]

[neverheardofhim]

[Whatever, he's gonna carry that helmet out for himself, special or not.

And... maybe he'll show the Counselor at some point. Maybe he has thoughts?

There's nothing else to note in the room, either? Even if he lifts a mattress or three?]

[airlockedmods]

[It looks like CT has made sure that none of her former roommates' belongings are in sight.

But nope, there's nothing else of note. Go forth and play mail carrier I guess with those notes.

There is also a note for Dr. Price.]

[neverheardofhim]

[Before we go anywhere tho.

Can he snoop on that?]

[airlockedmods]

[Counselor,

I don't really know what you thought of me. Or any of us. Maybe this whole thing was one of the Director's experiments, all along.

But I don't think it is.

I hope I don't let you down.

Thank you for believing in me.

Agent Connecticut

[neverheardofhim]

[Well.

That's one theory out of the window.

Alright then, time to go deliver some letters.]