[ week one: investigation ]

[murderhost]

INVESTIGATION

On Friday morning, you wake up — groggy and uncertain over when you went to sleep, how you went to sleep, and how you got in your bed. Yet, you are in your bed (unless...?) and there is a sense of foreboding in the air. Some people might notice their roommates are not in their beds. Some people might notice their roommates are still sleeping. Let's hope the ones who aren't there just got up a bit earlier than everyone else and aren't, you know, the victim. Or victims.

But the doors are unlocked now and the house is accessible again. Time to go investigating.

HOW THIS WORKS: Below are top levels for every location in the house. Please reply with your character entering or interacting with the location and the mod journal will reply, sharing details over what your character will find in the location. We'll let everyone in the discord know when all points of interest have been found.

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Comments

[voring]

[GIRL YOUR HAND BONES. He'd been nosily moving forward to get a peep when the door SLAMS SHUT and he leans back a little

and then looks at her hand.]

Woah! That's gonna bruise.

[She really tried for them...]

[dresscode]

Princess-chan!!

[ Haruaki reaches for her now injured hand. He can't really do anything about it, but owies! Give it here!! ]

You don't remember how you got in there?

[changel]

[despite her POOR HAND BONES, she looks like she is doing her best to keep it together! even as she reels back from the door in pain, holding her bruised knuckles close to her chest. at least, until Haruaki grabs at it. she allows for this, wincing the entire time]

[and then she pulls up a tight smile]

N-- no, unfortunately I. . . do not.

[a slow exhale. her fingers are hella read. they are gonna bruise so badly]

. . . I fell asleep in my own bed last night, only to wake up shortly afterwards in this strange room. I. . . don't understand how it happened.

[voring]

[Just leaves the fussing to Haruaki because he is patently terrible at it and goes back to try to jiggle the knob. LET THEM IN. LET THEM IIIIIIN.]

Did you see anything in there, at least?

[dresscode]

[ Damn, if only the snow was still around, he could make her a little cold pack... poor thang...

Haruaki just gently holds her injured hand in both of his, careful not to touch her bruising fingers. ]

Or anyone else...?

[changel]

[I'd say we could use the freezer BUT. . .]

There was. . . no one else in there, no.

[breathing through the pain, the most immediate sting slowly fading into a dull, throbbing ache]

It is. . . difficult for me to describe what I saw. [she does not have the terminology for it, unfortunately! but she tries her best] There were many devices like the one that displayed our profiles, and seemingly hundreds of buttons. But the devices did not display any pictures, and though I attempted to press several buttons, nothing happened.

[a tiny shake of her head]

. . . I could not hear anything outside, either. Nor could I leave the room of my own volition until you two arrived.

[voring]

Huh...

[Sure is a description of a room. You think about how as they're getting their hands slammed in doors and discussing button-pressing, people are out there discovering Tamon's used hole and a whole Yves buffet?]

Weird! Wonder why it was you.

[dresscode]

[ Maybe because she has no context for the technology required to run a show like this. Someone with a more modern mindset might be able to discover more. Someone more technologically adept definitely would have been able to.

Hm. ]

I'm sorry, Princess-chan. That sounds like it was really unsettling.

[ Gently pats her... forearm. Away from the hurty parts. ]

We should get you some ice... and see what the others are up to.

[changel]

[yeah. she was the worst person to put in this room. but she still tried her best!!!]

[to Obikawa]

I would like to know this as well. It's rather rude to whisk a poor lady away from her bed in the middle of the night.

[and then, to Haruaki]

. . . thank you, Mister Haruaki. I will feel more at ease when I see that everyone is okay.

[everyone but Yves, that is]

[voring]

[SHE DID TRY HER BEST AND THAT'S WHAT MATTERS!!]

Maybe someone else'll have a better idea?

[Who would know better than the person who got spirited away... Good question... A mystery. He's already distracted because ice is in the kitchen and so is food!]

It's breakfast time, anyway! A bunch of people are probably already over there.

[WELL.]