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15strangers2017-12-21 07:59 am
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2017-12-21 07:59 am
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FINAL INVESTIGATION
[Its apparent when everyone wakes up that something isn't entirely right: Loewe's profile is gone.
It becomes incredibly apparent why, when people search: the bookshelf in Cafe MYJL has been destroyed, revealing the elevator behind it. Unlike the bookshelf itself, the elevator is not rigged with any kind of scanner; the Titled can get on the elevator without any problem. And, it goes down to the basement.
But. A thought occurs to everyone before they step on the elevator. They don't want to go down unprepared. Once they get on that elevator, they may not be allowed to come back up until they have finished what they started. If they are able to come back up at all.
So. Bring your supplies, your weapons, your notes on all of the information you've thus far gathered, your pets
And one you are prepared, you will find yourselves...going...
[There is a smell of burnt wire permeating the air around the elevator, and as everyone gets closer to the set of double doors at the end of the hall, the smell of bleach. A giant sword is stuck into the floor next to the double doors, with a very hastily-scrawled, blood-speckled note pinned by the sword: BOSS IS THIS WAY. -L
Loewe clearly knew he wasn't getting beyond the double doors alive - and, at the least, he had a sense of humor about it. In any case, at the moment, there is no real means of opening it from the outside anyways. Not yet, at least.
In the meantime, though, the entire basement is now ready to be explored. Some of the doors - Rooms 1, 2, and 6 - are locked with special locks that will need to be figured out, but otherwise?
Welcome to The Hall of Liberation.
And good luck, teams.]
(mod... ping?) inventory check
Weapons-wise? Daggers and a short sword. He's trying to get better at longer-range, okay... and he's still not comfortable with the idea of slicing a person, up close and personal...
He nearly drops the entire bag once he sees that message. He'd known Loewe was gone -- he'd checked the room to be sure, and... that was why he'd grabbed the items. He's learned to not let himself think something couldn't happen, just because the thought of it hurts... but... ]
... Thank you, Bladelord.
[ It's whispered before he quietly kneels down. He will actually try to pull that sword free. He's not going to fight too hard right now, but he does want to see if he can't bring that final part of their friend along. ]