FINAL INVESTIGATION

[strangerpeople]

FINAL INVESTIGATION

[Well, your time, your anger, your losses have led up to this.

It's time to go, and that blue card will give access to the floors above. In particular, there is the floor Barbara mentioned before the throne room, which seems to be a good idea to check out beforehand.

Indeed, it's much like the previous floors the Strangers had lived in, only smaller.]



[There is another elevator in the area, but that is inaccessible. Even using Marie's card doesn't seem to work on it. Hm. No matter. Marie's card works on all of these rooms, so it's fine, right?

In any case, if there's answers to be found about just whose in charge - and what in the world is going on - this is the last chance of finding them. You've all gotten this far, and as your teams descend on the rooms, you can feel the end is near. Hopefully, that end is not that of the universe - or of Ivy.

Good hunting, Titled.]

Comments

[backuphero]

[HE HAS RANGE BUT HE IS USED TO PUTTING HIMSELF BETWEEN UNKNOWN THINGS AND A WOMAN HE CARES ABOUT, THIS IS MAKING HIM NERVOUS

but seriously, modteam, what's behind door number three?]

EVIDENCE

[strangerpeople]

[ The first thing they'll notice is that the the room they enter into smells like a smoker's haven. .]

[backuphero]

Wow. I - wow.

[He's so unimpressed that he sounds impressed. That is blinding - and, uh, just for clarity's sake given the... ambience, we are talking tobacco smoke, right?]

EVIDENCE

[strangerpeople]

[ It's menthol cigarette smoke. ] 

[backuphero]

[THE WORST. AUGH.

Still, once he's got his shirt up around his face like a bandit... might as well act the part if he looks like it, right? Forget the AC unit for now, what might go flying if Jonathan rips the covers off that bed?

Aside from the pillows, and... probably another cloud of "eau de gossiping church ladies", anyway.]

[strangerpeople]

[ Nothing, sorry. ]

[fashionfever]

Is this why her voice is so bad?

[Hacking and wheezing - she steps forward, is there some kind of air conditioner]

[strangerpeople]

[ There's an air conditioner. ]

[backuphero]

[Angela's not the only one seized by coughs, and Jonathan's just going to tug his shirt up to cover his nose and mouth.]

It'd explain a lot...

[Is there a "purifier" or "filter" button visible on the AC unit someplace?]

[strangerpeople]

[ Yes there is! ]

[backuphero]

[...pressing it isn't just going to make the room worse is it]

[strangerpeople]

[ No, you are soon gifted with cleaner air. It's helping. ]

[backuphero]

Hey, Angela -

[He coughs, again, his throat's a little dry now...]

Any ideas?

[fashionfever]

Uhhhh--

[Glances up at the disco ball on the ceiling.]

Maybe there's something we can do about the light? There might be some weird light setting that shows a code, or else we can just get white light that's easier to see in...

[backuphero]

Good call... it's got a cord, so there's got to be a switch somewhere, right?

[This isn't a remote-controlled disco ball, hopefully, because he's going to follow that cord, staring up, from beneath it, hoping he won't trip over anything on the floor.

...though come to think of that - is there anything on the floor that he might end up tripping over?]

EVIDENCE

[strangerpeople]

[ He'll find himself knocking into a statue of a raccoon. There's a base that says the name Wabuu. ]

[fashionfever]

Seriously? What awful taste...

[She tries to pick up the whole thing and see if the printed letters are buttons or something. Where are the traps]

[backuphero]

Painful taste, more like it...

[He's grumbling because one of the thing's cheek tufts got him good in the shin, and it freakin' stings.

But forget about that - if he resumes chasing down the other end of that cord and avoids having flashbacks to the onsen, is he going to find a plug or a control switch or what?]

[strangerpeople]

[ It leads to a plug outlet where something else is plugged in.... and that leads to a computer desk. ]

[backuphero]

No switch on the cord, sorry, Angela.

[Well, now he's just going to follow that other cord over, and... that sure is a desk. If that cord leads to a computer, is it the same sort that the dorm floor rooms all have?

...or Angela beat him to it. Welp. Just going to let the lady from the future work, then!]

[strangerpeople]

[ It's this sort of computer! ]

[strangerpeople]

[ The statue is too heavy to pick up, nor are the printed letters buttons. No traps! ]

[fashionfever]

[Just so the thread order doesn't get too wonky I'm putting it here, Angela reaches out with an index finger and tries to turn the computer monitor on]

[strangerpeople]

[ Turning it on reveals a few options:

>ENTRY PT 1
>ENTRY PT 2

What would you like to do first? ]

[backuphero]

Well, you know this stuff better than me, Ange... care to do the honors?

[He may be apprehensive about setting off the shittyflute orchestra again, too.]