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

[amygdalae]

[Whoever doing this certainly didn't want them to know anything, clearly.

But photos. Photos are good.

...this guy sure has some arm game going on here. Though not as good as Thor. Still pretty decent, though.

Alright, making sure there's nothing else he might have overlooked, then moving onto the next photo folder!]

[trustharder]

[CLANDESTINE is up next! Here he is!]

[amygdalae]

[Eyesquint. Is this guy some sort of priest?? He looks like one.

Then again, who knows. After literal gods, mermaids, Pokemon and King, anything really is possible at this point.

Another check, then to the growing pile of photos it goes. What's in not-set-aside-folder-number three?]

[goodforsomething]

Who're these guys, the last group?

[Stan picks up a folder to look as well, having already glanced over the others a bit. Dinosaurs, weird.]

[amygdalae]

Maybe. I'm not entirely sure just yet.

[Especially since there was that red haired kid... but from the adjectives printed at the front, it seems like it.]

[goodforsomething]

Shit, some of 'em look young...

[notjustawriter]

....There are so many kids.

[goodforsomething]

Here I thought there weren't any here on purpose...

[God, what if it was just coincidence?]

[amygdalae]

[Let's not start, Stan. Let's not.]

It could very well be. [...] It might be the reason why we didn't have anybody young with us here.

[amygdalae]

...yeah.

[His voice is quiet as he replies. They must be teenagers at most, judging from their looks alone.

God.]

[trustharder]

[CURATIVE. Isn't she cute?]

[goodforsomething]

[What monster put a little girl with bunny ears in this? Hopefully the next one is less...well, depressing to think about.]

[trustharder]

[SPIRITED. Another cute girl!]

[goodforsomething]

[Okay, this is starting to piss him off. Next one!]

[trustharder]

[GREGARIOUS. At least he's not a cute girl!]

[notjustawriter]

[Jesus Christ.

Gabriel has never been the sort to want children, but even as someone who doesn't particularly like kids, he's starting to feel incredibly angry at what he's seeing.]

[trustharder]

[SURVIVING. Here she is!]

[amygdalae]

[What a nice looking girl! ...the hair reminds him a little of Natasha with how pink it is.

(And boy does he not need that reminder now.)

Also, her skirt is way too short there. Not judging though.

Checking again, and with the all clear time for number four!]

[trustharder]

[REGAL. How majestic!]

[amygdalae]

[She certainly looks regal as hell, Bruce will give her that much. And with that umbrella... parasol?

He glances over to where Stan brought the items from the shelves. Is the parasol from that the same one as is in the photo?]

[trustharder]

[DING DING DING, you're correct!]

[notjustawriter]

Wait a sec....

[The profiles in his book, all of these people.....

Do they match?]

[trustharder]

[Not at all. These are totally different people.]

[notjustawriter]

Jesus Christ.

Just how long has this sick game been going on?

[amygdalae]

Far too long, clearly.