WEEK 3

[lockdownmods]

 [ Week 3 rolls around the corner-- with all the loss of joy after the trial. Can you keep up hope after everything that's happened? On top of that... it would seem that that whatever has effected your memories here-- it's beginning to wear away.

You're not stuck in the same place forever. Ssssort of, anyway. The stairs in the main building appear to have been uplocked and now... now you have access to a whole new floor of rooms. At least that's something!

Welcome to week three of the semester.]

LOCATIONS | PROFILES | HAN OFFICE HOURS | MEGUMI OFFICE HOURS

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

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[sendintheclown]

[He leans back in his chair, propping his feet on the desk.]

You'll find out soon enough, I'm sure.

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

......................

[Poe's just stunned for a few long moments before he just.... sighs deeply and leans back in his chair. God he hates this clown. He's not sure why he expected anything.]

You are terrible at this.

[Still... at least he thinks he knows Gogol well enough now to make this guess.]

At least it's probably nothing too horrid... I'm sure you'd rub it in if it was. So... there's still a reason to live in my future. Or... well... memories.

[sendintheclown]

[He says nothing, but his grin confirms it.]

I can't tell you what happens to it though. [...] Oh, I guess saying that gives the idea away, doesn't it?

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

Sort of.... though really. I... I think I'm okay either way here.

[How to put it....]

If I have no reason to live... then I have nothing to lose in being reckless in my pursuit of answers here. If I do... then that's nice if I survive.

[Keyword being if. Never say you will live in a situation you may die in, that is just asking to die.]

[sendintheclown]

[Gogol grins with satisfaction.]

Glad to have helped you come to this conclusion.

[He puts his feet down and leans forward.]

Let me ask you this: why is this so important to you?

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

Well....

[How to put it...]

After... having my life destroyed... my reason to live became getting revenge on Ranpo. Then when I found Karl... I had another one. Taking care of him. Here... Neither of those apply. So... as of this moment, I am left with nothing. And... well... being able to list a solid reason to live... it makes it easier to continue. To tolerate this place longer.

[.......Why is actually venting all this out making him feel better. Talking to the clown wasn't supposed to be cathartic. Why.]

[sendintheclown]

And that's enough for you?

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

I suppose.... what... were you expecting something different?

[sendintheclown]

[...]

No, I suppose not.

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

[There's a long silence after that as Poe's not quite sure what to say. Eventually he breaks the silence.]

....... I.... um.... I... suppose that you.... aren't that terrible at this.

[Read: Thank you for listening, it was highly cathartic to vent to you.]

[sendintheclown]

[He laughs.]

I told you!

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

You did indeed.

[Despite the tired tone of voice, there is a small smile on his face that he couldn't quite stop from forming.]

[sendintheclown]

Now.

[He leans forward across the desk.]

For my payment...

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

You said nothing about payment before...

[But... at this point? Whatever.]

What do you want?

[sendintheclown]

I never said it was free.

[He winks.]

Well, what do you have to offer?

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

I'm... not sure why I expected anything less at this point.

[He really should have seen this coming.]

Well... I've finished that death trap book you helped brainstorm last Monday.

[He was planning on showing it to Gogol later anyways... but maybe he'll accept this anyway? There's not much else to offer besides his own company, a commission, and some of the random items he keeps getting.]

[sendintheclown]

I thought you'd be sharing that as a gesture of kindness.

[You're not getting out of this so easily.]

Tell you what! [He gets out a notebook, and quickly starts to write on it.] How about the commitment to a favor in return?

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

I mean... I was... but besides the items we keep getting... my only other option is offering a free commission.

[He's eyeing that note book with an appropriate degree of suspicion.]

...... Is there really any kind of favor I can offer you?

[sendintheclown]

I'll figure it out when it comes to it.

[He tears off the page and hands it to Poe, reading:

I. O. U.

FOR THE COMMITMENT OF ONE FAVOR FROM MR. EDGAR ALLAN POE TO MR. NIKOLAI GOGOL

TO BE REDEEMED AT ANY TIME, FOR ANY PURPOSE.

SIGNED: _____]

Just along the line there, please.

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

Change 'any purpose' to 'as long as it is not even remotely murder related.'

[He thinks Gogol is smart enough to not involve him in the set-up of a murder... and this written word won't do much, but he wants to at least be able to say he tried to cover his bases.]

[sendintheclown]

But- but that would mean no death traps!

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

I don't want the teenagers here to become more traumatized then they already are.

[sendintheclown]

Hahaha, that'll just happen anyway, you know!

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

I'm well aware of that.... but knowing you... an death trap murder would be ah.... messy.

[They don't need to see that.]

[sendintheclown]

I said no such thing about using it!