Final Investigation.

[trustwellness]

The Wordsmith's message earlier this week was an ominous one; try as one might, it's difficult to ignore completely, especially with such few details provided to the group. "The end" is such a vague description; however, it does mean one thing, and that's the promise that all of this will come to a close, one way or another. He's promised you one other thing, however – that being that the only way to leave the building is by way of Rule Seven. The chimes ring out, as they always do, on Friday morning; a thorough check of the building will bring with it the realization that no one has died as of last night. There are no bodies to be found in any of the rooms; Kageshirou remains in the foyer, but in general it doesn't seem that anything has changed. However, it's plain that you're all getting restless, and perhaps understandably so; there's only one thing to do in that sort of circumstance, isn't there? After all, you've gotten good at this game; you know what happens on Fridays around here. There are a lot of places to check; just as a bit of advice, you might want to start on the lowest floor first. Other than that, however? You're on your own. Best of luck to you. >Explore?

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[feistytrader]

[...Well, Silver has gloves. He's gonna reach in to take the shards out so they can get a better look.]

[trustwellness]

[They're definitely shards of some kind! Yep. That's about all you can get from them.]

[feistytrader]

[...Well, he's going to pocket those, in that case. As long as they aren't burning to the touch shards or glass shards or something.

What's in the next drawer?]

[elepe]

...Let me see them for a moment, Silver.

[...do they have a particular color to them? Maybe they match the gems that she wore, or are made of something similar?]

[feistytrader]

[He'll pass them right over!]

They're pretty, aren't they?

[But what kind of purpose do they serve?]

[elepe]

[Hmm...]

...No, I don't believe these come from what I think they do.

[He can have them back, at least.

Lusamine's gonna go elsewhere, though, while keeping a close eye on Silver--there's gotta be a trunk in this room, right? Is there, or is there not?]

[trustwellness]

[There doesn't seem to be, actually! But while you're looking around you'll notice that there's a bookshelf and a cabinet.]

[elepe]

[Oh shit, this looks promising.]

Silver, dear--when you're done over there, can you check the bookshelf out? I'll take this cabinet.

[And so she will--can she get inside of the cabinet? What's inside, if it can be made out? ...is there glass on the doors or is it solid wood actually, that's important.]

[trustwellness]

[Solid wood! It also looks like there's a lock on it.]

[feistytrader]

[...Well, damn. More locks. He'll try the gold key, as well as the key he got from the box.]

[trustwellness]

[It doesn't work. Looks like you'll have to find a different key!]

[feistytrader]

[The hunt for a key is on! While Lusamine's checking out the bookshelf, he'll search the bed to see if it yields anything. Is there anything under the pillow or blankets?]

[trustwellness]

[The bed is perfectly made, are you really going to ruin it??

...Of course you are. The pillow and blankets don't have anything strange in them, though.]

[feistytrader]

[Damn. What about under the mattress, then? He'll stick his hands under and feel around for anything strange.]

ignore that last tag orz

[elepe]

[...of course. Lusamine's gonna pull on the door a few times to test it, but--]

Locked. Of course it's locked. Maybe they've put a key on that shelf...

[feistytrader]

I'll keep trying with the lock, if you want to go check it out.

[Teamwork!]

[elepe]

Right. I'll see if it yields anything.

[To the bookshelf, then! What are we looking at here? ...Is this one locked too, or are the books free to be fucked with. What kind of books are we dealing with, too?]

[trustwellness]

[Nope, this is your standard bookshelf, sort of like the ones from the library. No locks here! The books all look like they've seen better days, they're well-worn and while they're all carefully put away, they definitely aren't in the best condition. They're also all really thick and dense.]

[feistytrader]

[...Huh what- oh.]

Yeah, sure.

[Better stop messing around.]

[trustwellness]

[They don't have a color, actually - they're clear and sort of prismatic!]

[trustwellness]

[It looks like this one contains notebooks! Don't get your hopes up though, they're blank.]

[feistytrader]

[...He flips through them to see if there's anything in them, and upon finding nothing, well. He'll pull out his sharpie.]

Hello?

[Maybe it's another weird magic book.]

[trustwellness]

[...

.........

................

No response. Looks like it's not a magic book.]

[feistytrader]

[Damn. It's just a normal empty notebook.]

Dear Diary,

I'm super lame and overly evil and stuff, and I smell like rotten eggs. I do nothing but practice my evil laughter in the shower and throw bouncy balls into traffic. That's it, I just wanted everyone to know that I suck in every way conceivable.

-Douche McShitterton, aka Wordsmith

[Well, once he's done with that, he's gonna go ahead and check the next (last?) drawer.]

[trustwellness]

[you go silver, you stick it to the man!!

Last drawer, yes! This one's empty. Wow. Looks like Lusamine has something for you, though.]