[When people first leave their rooms this morning, they'll find five identical potions sitting on top of a letter. The handwriting is a bit messier than they'll remember, but still reminiscent of Rubedo's handwriting:
'After what happened in the debate hall, I thought it might not be a bad idea for everyone to keep healing potions on hand, especially if we're going to be planning an escape. There's more in the laboratory, but hopefully we won't need them.
-Jr.'
Alexia's are sitting right outside the door to their loft. Eric will also find that opening his door pulls a string that upends a bucket of goop exponentially grosser than what McBurn threw at him...albeit still nonstick and harmless.]
[Hallway]
[During the morning, people will be able to see Jr. at Yusuke's mural, paintbrush in hand. His strokes are slow and careful, and even so he can't come close to matching Yusuke's skill, but eventually he manages to make a reasonable reproduction of a hyssop among the other flowers, with brown, dead looking leaves contrasting the vibrant petals. The petals themselves are a deep, midnight blue edged with red, almost like they're traced with blood. He won't pay much attention to anyone passing during this process, but he won't ignore them if someone tries to approach him. A keen eye may also notice that the dagger he gave to Babette has been replaced by a distinctive knife]
[Kitchen]
[Since Diet Darth Maul was nice enough to give him a tea set, Jr.'s decided to go ahead and make himself up some tea. Unfortunately, he couldn't find much in the way of caffeinated leaves, but what he has put together does smell good, so long as one likes mint. He's parked himself at a table with a cup in hand, but there's several others sitting out for anyone who happens by.
Under the table, Sisi is gnawing contentedly on a bone...one of several sitting in a box next to Jr.]
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[When people first leave their rooms this morning, they'll find five identical potions sitting on top of a letter. The handwriting is a bit messier than they'll remember, but still reminiscent of Rubedo's handwriting:
'After what happened in the debate hall, I thought it might not be a bad idea for everyone to keep healing potions on hand, especially if we're going to be planning an escape. There's more in the laboratory, but hopefully we won't need them.
-Jr.'
Alexia's are sitting right outside the door to their loft. Eric will also find that opening his door pulls a string that upends a bucket of goop exponentially grosser than what McBurn threw at him...albeit still nonstick and harmless.]
[Hallway]
[During the morning, people will be able to see Jr. at Yusuke's mural, paintbrush in hand. His strokes are slow and careful, and even so he can't come close to matching Yusuke's skill, but eventually he manages to make a reasonable reproduction of a hyssop among the other flowers, with brown, dead looking leaves contrasting the vibrant petals. The petals themselves are a deep, midnight blue edged with red, almost like they're traced with blood. He won't pay much attention to anyone passing during this process, but he won't ignore them if someone tries to approach him. A keen eye may also notice that the dagger he gave to Babette has been replaced by a distinctive knife]
[Kitchen]
[Since Diet Darth Maul was nice enough to give him a tea set, Jr.'s decided to go ahead and make himself up some tea. Unfortunately, he couldn't find much in the way of caffeinated leaves, but what he has put together does smell good, so long as one likes mint. He's parked himself at a table with a cup in hand, but there's several others sitting out for anyone who happens by.
Under the table, Sisi is gnawing contentedly on a bone...one of several sitting in a box next to Jr.]