Week 3

[airlockedmods]

[Well, your first case sure was something, wasn't it? Yuuri Wakasa and Thomasin have both suffered brutal deaths, and while your Overseer didn't seem particularly pleased with the way Thomasin went out, you're all still being held here.

On Sunday morning, you'll find that the metal sheet between the Starbucks and RoombaVille has disappeared. More importantly, though, you'll find yourself waking with things you'd forgotten still ringing in your head.

There's one new hallway to explore, and two more still unaccounted for. Maybe you'll find something to cheer you up? Probably not. It's worth a go?]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

(( Don't forget to do your weekly check-in and check the memory regain post! The item roll and Xander office hours posts are still open as well. ))

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YARD SARD

[ratherdoweddings]

[Yurika hums as she takes her clear plastic Howdy Rancor bag to the food court and empties it onto a table. Anything in the Can Trade section is here for your perusal this morning.]

Hello, everyone! ♥ We've all gotten so many things from that gacha machine, I thought we should try to make sure everyone has the right things!

[Later, you can find her at the Reading Comet, flipping through romance novels with a sigh.]

Half of these sound, well...

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei pauses as he passes her table, still looking about as sociable as a dark, angry, emo pit, and then points to her dakimakura.]

She was there last time. Cece Diver.

[ratherdoweddings]

Really? That's the intern from the list, right? They printed her on a case?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Yeah, I guess so. Weird... I wonder what they're trying to say with this. That she was more under their thumb than we thought?

[ratherdoweddings]

Maybe it's like how people will try and ruin an idol's career by making adult videos with an actress who looks like her and spreading rumours that it's her. Just, "If putting you in a death game wasn't enough, here's lewd merchandise!"

[misanthropicprinciple]

That's a shame. She seemed okay, for someone employed by kidnapping sickos.

[ratherdoweddings]

Really? Our Overseers were a little strange. What were yours like?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Diver really was just an intern. Kind of harried, didn't really know what she was getting herself into, a beleaguered babysitter for her boss. If you've met one intern, you know how it is.

Larimer--Kip Larimer. He was the Overseer until the A.I. took over, and he's just. God. I still want to punch him in his stupid face.

[ratherdoweddings]

So... cackling evil mastermind type, or trying to be evil and pushing down a nice side that just makes everyone hate him more, like Xander-san, or some other kind of punchable?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Worse. He's the poster boy for the bumbling, ruinous kind of idiocy that destroys lives without even the decency to recognize what it's doing. He doesn't know how bad he is, and I don't trust he cares to know.

Or cared, past tense. Who knows where he is now or what else we still have to remember.

[ratherdoweddings]

So just a dumb figurehead. The kind of person those types want to put in charge, because they won't figure out the truth. ...Whatever truth there is.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Ugh. Somehow, you make him sound so innocent. It's not like he asked any questions about the job. At least, not the right kind of questions, clearly.

[ratherdoweddings]

Clearly not. If they hired him to stand there and look important, make people smile while not asking questions? I just think there are a lot of people who do that kind of thing. If he had asked questions, they'd just replace him.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Doesn't make him any less complicit in the fact that he didn't and wasn't. A sucker may be born every minute, but he was the sucker that helped them do this to us.

[As he says that, he ends up lifting his chin to stare the nearest camera dead in the lens.]

[ratherdoweddings]

I'm not saying that. Of course what he did to you is just as bad as what they expect us to do. ...I wonder what happened to them. All the Overseers we remember, I mean.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...Who knows. Maybe they paid for what they did.

[But that doesn't seem right, looking at Cece on this pillowcase instead of Kip.]

[ratherdoweddings]

Maybe. Ours actually seemed alright, although Bolton-san was a bit... he was a lot more into getting us to kill each other, while Jamie-san said his own job was to keep us from killing. Like some kind of experiment.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Isn't that what Xander's been calling this? An experiment?

[ratherdoweddings]

I'm not sure it fits as one, though. Has he even been recording any results?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Who knows what he gets up to when he's not letting us harass him day in and day out?

[ratherdoweddings]

A lot of trying to look busy and pretending he's not playing Fruit Ninja, from what I can see.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Maybe that's what he wants you to think.

[Though he's not entirely serious. The corner of his mouth ticks up, just a little. Fruit Ninja.]

[ratherdoweddings]

Even an Overseer has to have some downtime, I suppose.