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.

Comments

[schardynfreude]

My dear. [He doesn't touch her, doesn't ruffle her hair or move her hand. For as less than entirely hinged as his passing moment was, he is careful not to touch her.] We'll have another week of school. Won't that be fun. What if we switch things up a bit? Maybe you should teach a class.

[alcahest]

[ if he wants to talk like nothing happened... that's alright. she can do that. he doesn't want to discuss it with her, and she can't expect him to. but she doesn't let go of his sleeve. for some reason, it seems important to tell him that she's here. ]

I don't know if there's anything I could teach... I've always been the one receiving lessons.

[schardynfreude]

Nonsense, I'm sure you can find something to teach! Or, mayhap we should all play hooky! To figure out this situation before not a single thing matters anymore.

[alcahest]

If we're going to do that, it would have been nice if we could have gone somewhere else... I miss going home.

But... you're right. We have to do something.

[schardynfreude]

Home.

[He could easily mock the idea. He can feel it rise easily to his lips. But...he...doesn't do that, frowns at himself for the mere thought.]

Home. Funny little thing we carved out, hm? It can't stay, and neither can we, but...