[ 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]

We found someone in the producer's room!

[Looks around because he cannot fucking remember what Princess looks like.]

[changel]

[OBIKAWA WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS]

[r. raises her uninjured hand]

That someone was me.

[voring]

[Points at her when she raises her hand helpfully. HE FOUND THE PERSON.]

[changel]

[. . .]

Mister Obikawa, do you remember who I am?

[voring]

Yeah! That guy said you're Princess-chan.

[THUMBS UP.]

[changel]

[. . . . . . .]

If you have need for a name, you may call me Priscilla.

[voring]

Sure! Priscilla in the producer's room, got it, got it!

[But for how long...]

[aspirings]

P-Priscilla?! You were locked in there?!

[changel]

Ah, Mister Tsukasa. . . yes, I was.

[her smile is a bit tight, before it fades]

And I don't know why, either. I fell asleep in my bed, and then woke up in as strange room full of strange devices and rows upon rows of buttons. There was no one else in there, and the devices did not show me any pictures.

I couldn't leave, no matter how hard I tried.

[daseine]

While the memory is fresh, you should sketch out what the room looked like as best you remember.

[ a beat, since the injury discussion is happening down thread. ]

If you can. Is it your dominant hand?

[changel]

[!! oh! what a smart idea, she is in fact a very talented artist. although. . .]

[l. looks down at her hand]

Unfortunately, it is. Though I'm willing to try anyway.

[daseine]

Unfortunate.

[ the slightest of frowns. ]

When this meeting is over, I'll get you supplies. Even if all you can draw is the vaguest of shapes, it's still a reference.

[fbwhy]

In the producer's room? But I thought it was...

[ Huh. ]

A-are you okay?

[changel]

Yes, I did too.

[carefully pulling her wounded hand close]

I'm afraid my fingers may be a bit bruised. . . I had tried to keep the door open so you could all go inside, but it closed rather swiftly despite my best efforts.

[fbwhy]

I'm glad they're not broken, at least...

[ ... ]

I'll go see if I can find something in a first-aid kit to help with the swelling.

[changel]

. . . thank you, Miss Grace. Mister Haruaki has already offered to fetch me ice, too.

[. . .]

Are you all right?

[incurse]

You were in the production room? What was it like in there?

[ Did she see anything critical, even if it was unrelated to the murder? Never mind why she was in there, if she doesn't remember. ]

[changel]

. . . quiet.

[she answers with a small, apologetic smile]

I was the only one there. And it's difficult for me to describe what it was like. . . you know that device, which displayed our profiles? There were many. And many buttons, too.

But the devices were blank, and the buttons did nothing.

[incurse]

[ Ah, right, her ye olde debuff. What she describes paints enough of a picture, though, like broadcast equipment you'd see at a television studio. Makes sense.

Except that they don't do anything. Great. ]

Were there any other doors in there? Or Butterworth-san, for that matter?

[changel]

[WORST PERSON TO PUT IN THE PRODUCTION ROOM TBH]

No. Which is strange, because Mister Arisato believed that Mister Butterworth was working in that room earlier in the week.

[dresscode]

[ OH MY GOD OBIKAWA. Haruaki actually looks mildly irritated for the first time all week. ]

It was Princess-chan. She was unharmed... until the door slammed on her hand. But she doesn't know how she got there.

[changel]

[nodding along to corroborate this! cradling her bruised hand against her chest again]

[voring]

[Does it help that he also doesn't recognize Haruaki...]

[dresscode]

[ wow he thought they had something special...................... ]

[voring]

[actually i forgot about his fucking prehensile ahoge he probably does recognize that......]