Week 4 event

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INVESTIGATION (?)

Friday morning comes and goes with no dead bodies to discover. Saturday morning passes with no trial. For two days, it seems like the Lady might be keeping to her word. This might truly be a week of rest, with no outside trouble brought in.

(She takes no responsibility for the incident in the vents, so.)

But then on Saturday night, close to midnight, the sound cuts off throughout the resort. The cause of the sudden quiet is unknown, but one thing is clear: something bad has happened.

Investigate?


??? GUESTS REMAIN.

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[swordhandled]

[ doesn't mind at all! but he's making a slightly hurt face when gerome pushes him away, but he can hazard a guess why. ]

How are you feeling? [ he's speaking softly, trying to get gerome to look at him. ]

[maskarang]

[ if he saw that hurt expression, he'd probably make one of his own (more than his current one anyway). then it would just be a cycle of hurt faces and feelings.

he... does look over briefly before trying to take in his surroundings again. ] Fine enough. [ he, the man with four gashes, says. he grimaces for only a semi-related reason. ] ... Owain, I—

[ shaking his head slowly. ] You're needed elsewhere. The lobby...

[swordhandled]

I know, Gerome.

[ a pause before he reaches out again to place a hand on his shoulder ]

I couldn't leave until I knew you were going to be alright.

[maskarang]

[ he knows. of course he does, and that must mean he's been out for long enough for someone to find cynthia. he places a hand over his forehead and presses against it as hard as he can manage.

after, he cautiously lets himself lean into owain's touch. ] ... She deserved better.

[swordhandled]

We weren't enough for her.

[maskarang]

No, we weren't.

[swordhandled]

Will... you be alright?

[maskarang]

... I will. [ but, he does reach over to take owain's hand. if they're going to be this awful anyway— ] But if you plan to leave, I have a request.

[swordhandled]

What is it? Tell me... [ gripping his hand tight ]

[maskarang]

I'd like to go with you.

[swordhandled]

Are you sure? You're still injured... [ not saying no, just worried ]

[maskarang]

I am. [ both sure and injured! but medic has that nifty pain killer so hey. ]

[swordhandled]

If you grow faint, let me know.

[ starting to hoist him up ]

[maskarang]

[ well, he sure as fuck does not like that. was the floor always like this? ... know what, yes. it was. he's been dizzy his whole life so This Is Fine. ]

... I'm fine. [ he's unsteady, his breathing is shallow, and he sure feels light-headed and is leaning against owain but, sure. he's fine. proceed. ]

[swordhandled]

No, you're not. [ pointing that out gently, stopping so gerome can. you know

not faint ]

[maskarang]

P-perhaps... not. [ frowning deeply but he takes his time to breathe. the feeling doesn't quite go away, but thanks to medic he at least doesn't have to worry about pain.

taking a step forward. ]

[swordhandled]

[ walking forward with him ]

[maskarang]

[ three steps more and he sighs tiredly ] ... This will take too long.

[swordhandled]

Do you still want to try?

[maskarang]

I do, but not like this. Go on your own and I'll join you when I can.

[swordhandled]

Do you want me to carry you to our room?

[maskarang]

No need. I can make it on my own. [ Also, he definitely doesn't think Owain can carry him. ]

[swordhandled]

--If you're sure.

[ slowly going to pull away, watching to see how Gerome handles himself ]

[maskarang]

I am.

[ he can feel owain's eyes on him so once he starts leaning on the wall, he moves forward. it's slow-going and he's pushing himself, but he is moving. progress...?! ]

[swordhandled]

[ watches him before coming up to him, and giving him a small squeeze of the hand ] Do you want me to send Minerva to help guide you?