Final Investigation.

[trustharder]

You've all done very well to make it this far, but it's not over yet. The klaxons blare out today, as they always do – there's no reason they should do any differently, not least of which because it's a Thursday; strange things usually don't happen around here until Fridays, and there's no reason to think that today will be any different. But as soon as you awaken and get a glimpse of what's happening down that first-floor corridor, it becomes very apparent that that's far from the case. The usual rooms on the eastern wing of the first floor are gone entirely, replaced by more of that glossy black that coats the courtroom; it's a little vertigo-inspiring at first, but it's not dangerous. Of more interest, then, is probably those three rooms that seem to be waiting for you – one to the north, two to the south. Choose where you're going to go. Look around for a while. What else are you going to do, after all? >Explore?

[OOC: Welcome to the final investigation! The areas blocked off in rooms 2 and 3 will require card keys to open; otherwise, you are free to investigate at your leisure!

Remember, we need 15 comments total from each of you on this log somewhere!]

Comments

[trustharder]

[Not particularly, no!

...You might want to go help Speedwagon, he's currently facing down tech and he's understandably terrified.]

[trustharder]

[It does! While it might look the same as your smartphone, it's more organized and high-tech app-wise. There are twenty-seven folders labelled by number on here.]

Mouri joins the thread!

[sleepingkogoro]

[Suddenly Mouri arrives]

So did you find any...thing...

...

[He did. Why did the 1800s man have to find the technological mess]

Mind if I accompany you, Speedwagon-san?

[pokexplorer]

I am suddenly wishing I had done that...

[HE FIGURED THESE ROOMS WOULD BE PRIVATE ENOUGH?? THEY'RE SOUNDPROOF AND EVERYTHING...]

[cherryblooded]

I am so sorry.

[Colress' virtue, despoiled.]

[captainobnoxious]

[look at that neat number in the subject line. nice. i don't have to keep track of them.]

Of course they're still dead, the dead stay dead. Generally speaking. Shame about not being in contact with them though, I would've liked to make sure they were still good.

[Well, Sigrun. That they were still well.]

I hope you like hearing my voice, by the way, 'cause you're gonna be hearing it a lot. If the game's ending, that means we're busy dying, so... what are your suggestions in staying alive? Anything and everything will be helpful, my friend.

[Unless it's "kill a man".]

[isafraid]

[oh thank god. The less darkness there is, the more he doesn't have to worry about something touching him in here and giving him several fatal heart attacks.

Doesn't mean the room's any less foreboding in its emptiness to him. seems they took the minimalist rooms for this investigation. sheesh.

And seeing as there's nothing else on the floor, he'll walk in and inspect that weird glowing patch on the floor. The podium can wait it's turn.]

[notjustawriter]

[....so this looks like it could possibly be the Kingmaker's phone, then.

He'll click on number 21, then. Might as well look at his own folder first.]

[amygdalae]

[...he looks pretty young here - or at least it does to Bruce anyway. Was he a former participant...?

He doesn't want to quite think about that, to be honest. If he really was in one of these 'games'...

That's something to consider later.

Again Bruce checks the remnants of the papers as well as the back of the photograph just to ensure that there's nothing more to see, then puts those aside too and picks up the third folder that was set aside and looks though that.]

20

[trustharder]

I CAN'T ASSIST YOU IN WINNING THE GAME.

[trustharder]

[Good guess! It turns on!

...Slightly more pressing is what it's showing, which appears to be a city. It's populated and you can see people walking by. The city itself is pretty standard as cities go; densely-populated and made of tall buildings. There seem to be a lot of people though! Look at them all, damn.]

[isafraid]

Gah! [...spoke too soon. sheesh mouri.

huff puff.]

I would... appreciate it, detective.

[pokexplorer]

Well, I suppose nothing can be done about it now.

[Hope you enjoyed the view or...something...Kingmaker.]

[captainobnoxious]

But you do know how to win it.

[Not a question, not an accusation, just a statement.]

[amygdalae]

...its possible.

[He did remember Sigrun or somebody saying that Glory didn't like her title. Vainglorious certainly wasn't... flattering.]

We can't be sure until later, of course, but. [Still something to keep in mind.]

[trustharder]

[It turns on! The following words appear on screen as well:

SETTING: MANUAL

It'll fade after a moment and you'll find yourself looking at... well, yourselves. It looks like there's a camera in this room too!]

[garudynamic]

Holy shit!

[Guessing it doesn't have any modern Earth recognizable features?]

[cherryblooded]

[Glancing over there and what the shit.]

...Well, that seems to answer where we are.

[trustharder]

[Empty! You can click through all the other folders and you'll find that they're all empty.]

[cherryblooded]

[Hi, us.

Let's shake things up a bit, let's mess with a dial!]

Investigation Continue!

[sleepingkogoro]

[If Speedwagon goes to check the glowing patch then Mouri will go for the podium.

What is this podium, huh?]

[garudynamic]

...

[Makes a rude gesture at where he guesses the camera is based on the angle

[trustharder]

[The surface of it is hard, but again, it's a different material from the rest of the floor; the glowing seems to be coming from beneath it, rather than shining down from above.

It looks almost like it's made from some sort of tile, but it's not any sort of material that anyone here would be familiar with, much less the guy from the 1800s. Sorry, buddy.]

[notjustawriter]

[He must have wiped all the data on them.

Is there anything else on the phone, any other apps?]

[goodforsomething]

That's what I was thinkin'.

At least they can't hurt anyone from where they are now. [.....] Probably.