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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[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?

[maskarang]

[ stopping and glancing at their hands. he... supposes, yes, he'll squeeze back. ] ... No. The point in separating is to get you to Cynthia faster, not sidetrack you with a pointless errand.

[swordhandled]

I don't want to risk you collapsing before you arrive at our room.

[maskarang]

... I'll be cautious.

[swordhandled]

I'm not taking that risk. Please, for me Gerome.

[maskarang]

[ well, it was already way too late for any of this anyway. with a frown, he reluctantly nods his head ] Fine. If there's really no other way, I will accept you carrying me. But first—

[ he starts tugging off his remaining armor. owain can help if he likes, he won't bat him away. but once it's all off, he stands waits ]