WEEK 6

[lockdownmods]

[Week six comes like an ominous wave. If anything, the wall is more threatening that it's ever been. That sign from last week? Looks aged-- like it's far more than just a week old. But more than that, it feels like something is waiting to snap this week. What could possibly go wrong, after last week?

Said no one ever, at this point.

But still, if you look around this week, you might find out something. It's like someone has started leaving clues in places old and new. Take a look around.]

LOCATIONS | PROFILES | HAN OFFICE HOURS | MEGUMI OFFICE HOURS

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

Comments

[throwabookatit]

[ RIGHT BACK TO FEAR. ]

Wh-who's doing that?! Look, n-none of us appreciate you all tr-trying to be spooks, ya right doppers!

[ this is the most scottish she's sounded, just a shouting scottish ball of fire ]

[lockdownmods]

[For a moment the planchet spins wildly and then--]

W...E...H...A...T...E...G...R...A...N..T...A..I...R...E...B...U...T...W...E...R...E...F...I...N...E

[yourfuture]

[ and once we know it's Real: ]

Are there... is it just you guys from this one over there?

[lockdownmods]

F...U...C...K...I...N...G...N...O...T...H...I...N...G

[devotingly]

I'd rather not tell you anything.

[lockdownmods]

I...A...P...O...L...O...G...I...Z...E

[devotingly]

I can't believe this is the first time you call me by my name.

[ he'll just be serving himself a cup of grape juice, definitely glad that this isn't wine. ]

This whole thing is a disgrace to necromancers everywhere.

[throwabookatit]

[ Who the fuck talks like...

... ] Connor, you-- d-don't scare a girl like that! ...Th- this is Connor, right? You... You're there?

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

That’s fair.... are there any other problems in the afterlife?

[unhalting]

[...He can't believe this is actually working jfc

Either that or this is a shitty joke by someone who's manipulating the simulation room but hey... he'll take what he can get.]

You guys alright? ...Actually, how're you even doing this, anyways?

[lockdownmods]

[The planchet moves to yes!]

[throwabookatit]

A robot attacked one of our own. Connor was his name. I'm trying to find out the reason.

[lockdownmods]

Connor. :( I was told to trust him, but now I see why he is gone, and why Professor Young changed my trust protocol.

[throwabookatit]

I've seen that stupid outfit, you ninny!

[yourfuture]

I'm not enough of an asshole to keep doing it at this point. It puts you on Todd level, and I'm not comfortable with that.

[ she shrugs, completely 100% interpreting the "necromancer" part of that as "dramatic-ass goth who LARPS" ]

Y'all goths are nerds, dude. I hate to be the one to break it to you. Own it.

[foo_bar]

Hey, what's with the commo--

[oh. Time for him to look awkwardly at the remaining students and their dead shenanigans.]

Oh.

Tell them I said hi.

[lockdownmods]

D...O...N...T...B...E...A...F...R...A...I...D...

[lockdownmods]

[Again the planchet spins! And--]

M...A...K...E...V...E...X...P...L...A...I...N...

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O...F...C...O...R...P...S...E...W...E...R...E...F...I...N...E

Field

[unhalting]

[Late night exercise wasn't necessarily Orga's thing, but it's not something he's unused to either, particularly when there were so many guys aboard who were workaholics in their own right. So while he starts off by watching Terra for a little bit, he eventually speaks up.]

Want some company?

[lockdownmods]

[The planchet spins wildly again and--]

B...O...R...E...D

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J...U...S...T...U...S...

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H...E...L..L...O...W...O...R...L...D

[yourfuture]

So no uh... no one from the last one? Even the ones who... you know, at the end?

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

Hm.... Would you like for someone to contact you each day to update you on the events happening with us?Or would that not help allieviate your boredom?