fifth loop

[cancrymods]

SUPERBIA

On midnight of the seventh day, it happens again. Time rewinds itself back to the Executors' starting point, putting them right back at the beginning of the loop. This is now their fifth time experiencing the events of the Superbia loop. Some of the school's long hidden secrets are starting to come to light... but is it enough to bring them close to breaking the loop once and for all? Only time will tell. ... Hey, wait just a second...! Use this log to investigate during this seven day period and drop a comment down to the Investigation Request subheader if you'd like to explore. If you're continuing or building off of a previous loop's investigation results, please link to it in your comment. If you need a refresher on the loop mechanics, check out this post. Good luck, Executors.

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student-faculty luncheon boogaloo

[schardynfreude]

[So...presumably everyone's going to do...chess club lunch get-together talk about what's learned have snacks maybe get a mystery knock on the door.

Chiron's also here, tucked into a corner of the room, munching on chips and playing chess seemingly with himself given the way he spins the board to play each side. The sunglasses are back on, but his skin and face and general Everything seems to be clear at the moment? So. There's that.

Share what you've learned with the class, everyone! Now that, in theory, you're rested and not burning things down. (IN THEORY.)]

[emberserker]

[EXCUSE]

I found something a little interesting, shall we say.

[Wolfsbane rests her elbows on the desk and folds her hands in front of her face.]

Much like the records of the last Student Council President have faded and the Spectres no longer remember her, the same has since happened to the principal. Just as the loops began to shrink, at that. The office is still there, unchanged, but nobody so much as acknowledges it belongs to anybody.

So I believe not only was the principal a red herring that led us around for far too long, but Miss President, as it were, is either keeping a tighter leash on things or simply falling apart.

[mementomoritz]

Hmm... [Medic looks thoughtful.] I wonder if people can vanish in the middle of the loops, or if they always disappear at the end. Maybe that's what happens if they're killed again by whatever was in the gym?

[emberserker]

You think it's still there lurking somewhere?

[mementomoritz]

Maybe? Or... not lurking so much as just. In suspension. Waiting for the loop to end.

[emberserker]

In that case, let's go hunting. If it's waiting for graduation, why don't we lure it out? We won't even need to involve the Spectres. Just cut class and hold the ceremony for ourselves, and take care of it when it strikes, if it is still around. At the very least, that should draw out Miss President, too.

[ourtomorrow]

[ Monarch is flopped face-down on a desk in a corner of the room. He'd tried so hard to pace himself while searching for that butterfly. Tried so hard to remind himself that the Layer wasn't that large, that if he did a thorough job he'd find it eventually.

He has now combed every inch by methodical inch of campus. And then backtracked - he had been looking for a moving target, after all.

He'll be very embarrassed if anyone approaches him, because his eyes are shut and his breathing is soft and steady.

The boy fell asleep. ]

[mementomoritz]

[Medic just walks in, takes one look at him, and walks back out.]

[She returns about a minute later with a fuzzy blanket. She drapes it over him, nods in satisfaction at her handywork, and leaves.]

[Her work here is done.]

[ourtomorrow]

[ Monarch sags further beneath the blanket, reassured.

He is somewhere...very warm. ]