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]

[Items! Specifically you've got:

- A Pokédex
- An anime figure of some sort (Mew Mew Kissy Cutie is printed on the bottom)
- A pair of pocketwatches
- An anchor-shaped necklace with a strange stone set in it
- A pretty pink parasol
- Two pink puffy pom-poms

They're definitely not your average vending machine items.]

[goodforsomething]

[What the fuck is any of this. Stan picks up the Pokedex first, because it's clearly some kind of Palm Pilot-type thing, and tries to turn it on.]

Either of you guys ever heard of..."Mew Mew Kissy Cutie"? [He asks in the exact tone of voice you would expect.]

[notjustawriter]

[.......]

It sounds like a little girl's show.

[amygdalae]

I've never heard of it before in my life.

[Its certainly an... uh, interesting name.]

[goodforsomething]

There's a little...cat thing here? With that name on it.

Kinda a shitty prize selection. [He's taking them all anyway, because fuck it]

[trustharder]

[You can turn it on! However there's nothing useful to find on here. None of these items have any other clues, so you might want to direct your attention elsewhere!]

[goodforsomething]

[Well, Bruce has the folders over there. Stan remembers the whole kiln thing, though, so is there anything behind the shelves?]

[trustharder]

[It's a good attempt, but unfortunately there isn't anything back there. The last thing left for you guys are the folders Bruce is going through, if you want to help him out!]

[goodforsomething]

[Oh, okay! Stan wanders over to peer over Bruce's shoulder.]

What's all this?

[amygdalae]

[Oh, hello, Stan.]

Folders of... I'm not entirely sure. [He pauses to show Stan the first few he's opened, at least.] I'm pretty sure they're former participants of some sort, considering the title thing that's going on, but all that's left in them are photos.

Feel free to browse through the ones he's opened so far, Stan.]