#drhaven

Oh, man. It’s been about four days after you watched the dangling figure of your charismatic theistic friend for the last time, and while you think it’s already about time for that visage to escape your mind -- it’s still quite fresh, and tending to stick around for as long as it possibly can; It’s been a quiet couple of days in the halls of Haven Hotel, and while you often see your hosts wondering throughout the halls, no one was kind enough to strike conversation, neither did they seem too interested in engaging in one either. It’s a daunting and quite scary to try and picture what they’re brewing for the next motive, and even if a good chunk of the familiar faces around you seem as stoic as usual, the sheer tiredness and fatigue generated by the events of these last weeks have drawn the last droplet of spirit out of anyone still battling their way through the challenges laid in front. The ones in front row have fallen, you can only wonder when your time will come.

With that deviation fresh in mind, you hear a sound echo the halls of Haven Hotel once again, a “ding” -- a familiar “ding” -- breaking the façade of stillness you were just beginning to idealize. Following the noise, as protocol, is a robotic voice, now o’ so dearly familiar to all of you.

“Dearies~~ I’m glad you’re all still hanging around, your preacher friend still is, so-- it’s only appropriate, right?! Anyway, me and Eddy got news for all of you: You’re free to go!” Right as that chill of disbelief finishes running down your spine, she adds. “Just kidding! My, I’ve been storing that one for a while… No, really, though, we want to give you all a break -- challenge after challenge after challenge, it’s been tough, it’s been tough… So, with that in mind, we prepared a party for all of you! It’ll take place in our beloved club, of course, starting tonight, 9 PM, and -- y’know, we put a lot of work into this, so, we’d love if everyone participated. Okay? That’s all for now, my little bastards...”

The tension in her voice rises as she finishes that sentence, and with a adorable high-pitched yet still robotic “Until then...~~”, the transmission stops, leaving you to your thoughts;

> Sen tries and fail when doing so. The reason why he couldn’t get in was in the key card reader just by the side of that dooe, closed with an Apollo Seal. 

She was tired. 

Of this hotel, of the others, and especially of the little hoops that robot and her lackey made them go through that ensured that at least two people wouldn’t see the end of. How long had they even been in this hotel? A month? Two months? Time seemed to have no concept here, given that they weren’t allowed outside. Not that it mattered, since all the events that had occurred had ruined any concept of time that she had previously had-which hadn’t been much to begin with. 

All the murders, trials and executions had taken most of her energy from her; it was getting harder to hold onto the belief that any day now, they would be freed from this place. Even if they came now, six people were dead. That was already a loss in of itself, since those people had family that would surely miss them. She thought to her own family; her dear sisters. Were they alright? They must surely have noticed that her absence was unusual. Maybe they were getting people together to look for them? Who knows. 

In the meantime, she had to deal with the remainder of her class-and if she wanted to be realistic for one in her life, she wasn’t sure she could make sure they got out of here safely. Half of them she barely knew or had never talked to before. The other half, well… probably hated her guts. And really, she absolutely deserved it. What kind of idiot just takes the object they were told not to take and takes off? Her, apparently. Her attempt had all been for naught anyway-the neck wound was healing but it still kind of hurt, dammit-and because she hadn’t tried hard enough,two people had died. 

She’d retreated to her room for the remainder of the day, not even making it to the bed and simply laying on the floor, willing in vain for this to all go away. Of course it hadn’t and she woke up just as miserable as before. But now wasn’t the time to wallow. New areas were open and she may as well go through the motions of looking around. Besides, even if she felt like shit, she hated to sit still.

And so this is how Yui found herself in the infirmary, tending to the cut she’d received from trying to cut that stupid apple. She hadn’t meant to come here, of course, but after taking a short swim in the new pool, the stinging that had come from it had been a swift reminder. Thankfully, it hadn’t gotten infected or anything, it just stung from the saltwater. She quickly got to it, getting bandages to wrap the wound in and disinfectant-just in case, you know. Unfortunately, she’d forgotten how much it stung and upon pouring some of it on her wound to clean it, a small bout of pain shot up her arm. Reflexively, she lashed out, sending the contents on the counter to the floor. Beakers smashed, tins full of bandages clattered, and papers floated to the ground and above it all, she let out a frustrated yell.

“Oh-shit! For fuck’s sake-”

She hissed, letting the disinfectant do its job before finally wrapping her finger up and crouching down to try and clean up the mess she’d made. Jesus, there was so much shit. She really fucked up again, huh? Picking up the pieces of a beaker, she heard the door open-probably someone who had heard the crash and came rushing in, thinking someone was being murdered. Well, whatever. She went back to trying to pick up all the pieces of glass off the floor, barely acknowledging the newcomer.

Arlechenno set off to the kitchens, a determined look in his eyes and a pad of paper and pen in his hands. The food had been returned to the hotel and he was going to make the most of it. The prior motive had made eating basically impossible, but even before that he couldn’t remember seeing anyone actually stop to eat a proper meal. He was going to remedy that as soon as possible. He took stock of the ingredients at his disposal, cross referencing them with a handwritten list in his hand. Everything seemed to be in order. Archie nodded, pleased, before sitting down in the cafeteria to write out invitations. He slips one under each of the student’s doors before heading down to the kitchens to start prep work. He has a long day ahead of him.

“It has occurred to me that few and far between of us are eating proper meals. I will be preparing a few dishes tonight and would enjoy everyone’s company. There will be more than enough to share; dishes of both meat and non-meat variety for those inclined.

Dinner will be served at 7pm in the Haven Restaurant, followed by coffee and desserts.

If any have concerns about ingredients or any other hazards, I will be cooking for several hours before hand if you wish to observe or ask questions.

I hope to see you there.

~Arlechenno Di Mercurio “

Arlechenno has completely taken over the ground floor kitchen, most of the counter space covered with ingredients to be prepared. He quietly hums a quick and melodic song as he rolls out dough on a cutting board. His white suit jacket sits folded on the counter, tucked back into a corner, his gloves resting on top. Instead, he is wearing an apron and his hair is tied into a high ponytail. There are already a pair of pots occupying burners on the stove, one of them steaming and emitting a pleasant odor of tomatoes and spices. Eventually Archie looks up, spotting movement in the doorway. He smiles before giving a brief wave and resuming work on the pastry dough.

> Yui decides to greet the mermaid right there! She seemed to be some kind of the representation for the goddess that names this pool: Varuna. The volleyball player can attest that the trident easily removable and was sharp enough to kill someone. Meanwhile, inside the jar she seems to find more things!

> Yui chooses o go upstairs to reach the higher sliders, machines dispensing bubbles while you go up step by step, making the ambience seem much more cuter than it was meant to be.