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WEEK ONE: WEDNESDAY, THE STORAGE ROOM
[ HELLO MOD ACCOUNT, TIME FOR DAVE TO DO A THING, ALONE, BY HIMSELF. ALONE.
haha shit this is so stupid, thank god he maybe chose not the inevitable door that's gonna kill him??
anyway, using stealth ninja skills he will find a time to get at the door alone, and let himself inside. what the hell does he see? ]
haha shit this is so stupid, thank god he maybe chose not the inevitable door that's gonna kill him??
anyway, using stealth ninja skills he will find a time to get at the door alone, and let himself inside. what the hell does he see? ]
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Yet.
The first step he takes he sees darkened rows of boxes and mannequin torsos. The dimly single wattage only illuminates the area in front of him - one row of shelves out of three. The door promptly shuts, letting Dave snoop around in peace.
Dave doesn't get far until he feels something snap at his ankle. With a quick tug, he promptly eats the floor. The source, he can make it to the exit or crawl further. It lasts a full 10 seconds before the tendril that snatched him disappears into the shadows. ]
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anyway after he wastes a little bit of time having an internal meltdown he will indeed go forward. he does not actually regret not bringing backup when something snaps at his ankle, but grits his teeth and thinks right call because if anyone is gonna die doing something spectacularly stupid for the sake of investigation it's apparently gonna be him. he does pull out a scalpel, though, and probably hack at the tendril?
he will crawl further in also fuck you he is in this room and he will INVESTIGATE IT.
which means
going through all the boxes and leaving the mannequin investigation for last for the record. :/ ]
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By the time Dave stops swiping, the tendril swoops away into the shadow with a mocking little wave. Dave is alone and able to search now.
Will he start searching high or searching low? ]
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GOD HE HAS NEVER REGRETTED OPENING A DOOR SO MUCH IN HIS LIFE well. no. but every other time he regretted opening doors also involved puppets
fucking puppets.
anyway he will methodically be going through every box on the like. lowest level before moving up. he's going to go through everything before he leaves, although he's doing so as quickly and efficiently as he can.
did the tendril leave a mark on his ankle or anything. also he is keeping his weapon handy. >:/ ]
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As Dave crawls to investigate, he'll find the bottom few rows of boxes dedicated to old newspapers of the Yuggoth Gazette. It's tinged yellow paper indicates it's age, even if part of it is scorched by an apparent fire.
If he goes through all of them, he'll find these headlines:
YUGGOTH RESIDENT WINS HOPKINS AWARD FOR SCIENCE
Abigail Phillips was awarded the prize in her theory in the HP Formula.
BUILDINGS CONDEMNED AFTER ARSONIST ARRESTED
Buildings in Northern Yuggoth planned to be demolished in spring.
NEW YUGGOTH RADIO TOWER PLANNED FOR CONSTRUCTION
City Hall approved a bill to provide a radio tower for improved communications across the South Yuggoth forest.
These are just many of them, most particularly focused on Abigail Phillips, City Hall's bills and laws, or new developments. ]
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he does in fact go through the papers and commits what he reads to memory as quickly as he can. he does open up the paper to see if there's anything more about the arsonist arrested, or to see if there's any information on what the hp formula is. he's less interested in the radio tower since where the fuck is the forest, but will dig into that article as a skim note. otherwise he will basically sort through and under them to make sure he isn't missing things, also moving the boxes to check. under those. and checking around as thoroughly as he can here, basically.
when he's sure he is done with Level One he will get up on his knees and check the next level of shelves equally methodically. ]
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The newspaper about the HP Formula reads as followed:
Phillips will be awarded at the reception on July 1st. For her extraordinary leadership, inspiration, and advocacy to studying the dimensional possibilities of our future. Her exceptional contributions to mathematics in the HP Formula is the foundation of quantum physics.
The newspaper about the radio tower reads:
Construction begins July 14th after a major clearing in the South proved a stable ground. This process will tie into communication with park rangers to ensure missing tourists are able to access radio frequency in the deepest part of the forest during trips. The grant from Phillips Foundation funds will allow - "
The rest is burnt. ]
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as it is he's just suddenly thirteen instead of fourteen, like the last year never happened. he's suddenly back in the apartment in houston and there's lil cal and bro and he is so fucking used to this bullshit even though it sends a shiver down his spine and even though there's pure unspoken terror sliding down his spine and locking up his throat.
breathe. it's nothing worse than everything that ever came before. breathe. his grip on the scalpel tightens.
he will try to keep going through boxes, completely poker faced, doing the same thing he always did whenever bro started playing mindgames and lil cal started dancing around the apartment: lock down, disassociate from things like emotions to the best of his ability, and focus on the next step of the task. he's jumpy as shit but he has to do this. ]
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So happy, right? ]
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if he finds nothing but old photos on this level he will go up another level on the shelves. as long as he is completely cut off from his emotions he can do this even more efficiently, surely, and deal with the inevitable meltdown...later. alone. god.
@ self this was a terrible room choice @ self why ]
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In a moment, a soft breath on his neck and a distinct scent of lavender drifts through the air. It comes only a soft whisper: ]
Hello, Dave.
[ If he turns, there will be absolutely nothing there, but he will note the mannequins are all in their original positions. ]
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dave.exe is gonna maybe fucking crash a little after this. he keeps still breathing evenly, and he does turn. that...didn't...feel antagonistic but. ]
...Hello? [ shit his voice is hoarse because yeah this is testing nerves and trauma he has tried not to touch and yet got thrown into headfirst just a few days ago bye seeing bro. dirk. whatever. ]
... [ if there isn't a response he will. check the cleaning supplies/toiletries. what kind of cleaning supplies and toiletries. also cannot decide if wants to say thanks for the mannequins turning back or no. god. ]
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It's just drain-o and laundry detergent. Also toilet paper. ]
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also if he examines the mannequins, having checked under/on the boxes/shelves and in all of them by now, what...will he see...................................
he will make himself do this thoroughly and probably be a wreck mentally the rest of the week ig lowkey ]
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Nothing out of the ordinary on boxes and shelves β and on naked torsos! ]
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The staff needs these to clean, DAVE!! ]
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what if he had moustraps on all ten fingers could he reach for something THEN ]
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Dave is hit with mouse traps, breaking his left index finger and his right pinky finger. ]
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for the record he's gonna fuck his hands up worse after he leaves to obscure how the fuck he got those injuries, i guess. he has broken enough bones to know stupid ways you could have done it and. well. he can stage something, maybe.
hell he can just force someone else to back up a stupid story maybe we'll do that yeah okay. GUESS HE'S GIVING UP AND LEAVING THE ROOM, CHRIST. ]
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