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

[goodforsomething]

[Stan's room is right near the end of the hallway, so he's one of the first to arrive. He stops still and stares.]

...yeah, this is what I wanted to deal with without coffee.

[notjustawriter]

Christ, you'd think the weird things would stop.

[amygdalae]

Tell me about it.

[These three were made for each other.]

[goodforsomething]

It ain't even Friday yet!

[cherryblooded]

Maybe they just remodeled the kitchen and there's a brand new coffee maker.

But probably not.

[isafraid]

[Speedwagon's right behind him. Seeing as the klaxon will always have a one hundred percent success rate with freaking him out, he was wide awake to say the least now.]

What the hell... It's all gone!

[yup, that's speedwagon alright.]

[sleepingkogoro]

...okay, I think that settles it. This is all a virtual environment, that must be how this happened.

[A chunk of a place doesn't disappear and leave a void in the real world, you know! Mouri is convinced now]

[notjustawriter]

Honestly, you might be on to something.

[goodforsomething]

If we're all in the Matrix, I'm gonna be pissed.

[amygdalae]

We can consider that later, detective.

[Don't freak out everyone with the theories, Mouri.]