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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[trustwellness]

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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.]