FINAL INVESTIGATION

[whimsicalism]

INVESTIGATION

The relative peace of this week has, in some ways, been a welcome reprieve from the past month and a half of terror. There's no escaping reality for that long, though. The swarm of dolls late on Tuesday night were a rude reawakening, serving as a reminder of the game that everyone is still playing, even if your host is quieter than normal.

By the time Friday rolls around, there's virtually nothing of Kakuya's presence remaining. Though Ira Academy has been alarmingly silent many mornings before, it's never been quite so...abandoned. The power in the building is struggling. Runner lights have come on to illuminate the flickering hallways in the event they're plunged into darkness (and every so often, they are). Looking out at the playground reveals it has fallen completely into an Autumn fog, the different play structures moving slightly on their own in the bitter wind. The Little Brother units have all been deactivated before they even had time to retreat to their normal closet hideaways. Their still figures linger around the school, unmoving, eyes dull.

With the loss of any other presence around, the students are completely alone, but there's no escaping the school itself just yet. On your morning wanderings, you'll find that a new area has opened up on the fifth floor. A wall, previously thought just to be a wall, opens up in the Little Fears room. A plaque on the newly opened door tells you clearly that you're not supposed to be here: Staff Only. If Nanami knew of this area she's long forgotten it.

This area has three smaller subsections - a large room with a heavy metal door, a fancy looking bedroom with adjoining office, and several spacious meeting rooms - just enough for a few of you to explore each. It's time to rely on one another and try to unravel the final questions of this school and this horrifying game.


What will you find?

Comments

[whimsicalism]

[It looks like this area has been ransacked already. Things are in disarray, drawers pulled out. There seems to be a nightstand, yes, with spare pair of glasses laying on top that seem to have been untouched.

But what's more interesting to Kuro is... why are there pictures of men (and one teenager) you don't recognize stuck in here?]

[violence_ensues]

YEAH! A TEAM IS A GO!

[And she flutters inside.]

[violence_ensues]

[Yes. And she'll put it in the VCR.]

[whimsicalism]

[Not in this cabinet but do you want to look for the files labeled 'K' in another one?]

[copycut]

[ Yeah, why are there. Kuro tries to gather them up into a (somewhat disorderly) stack in her hands and pulls them out, laying them out on top of the nightstand so she can go through them more thoroughly.

How many of these pictures are there? And... Do they look like candid shots, more along the lines of what they saw during the hostage motive, or did everyone involved know they were being photographed? ]

[whimsicalism]

[It looks like... a whirlwind's been in here, much like the bedroom. A '>:(' has been etched into his desk, for example.]

[violence_ensues]

[Huh... So Slimy doesn't like certain foods...?]

...Wait 'till Slimy eats the food Mao Mao and Badgerclops cook.

[shinedsobright]

[K.]

[whimsicalism]

[Out of the two rooms, this is definitely the smaller of the two rooms but looks a bit more grand. Each seat is leather with a word stitched in gold on the back. The one at the head of the table--IRA--looks the comfiest.]

[imprefect]

... You can quit calling me that, you know.

[It's sort of irritable, the way she says it, having less on the emotional awareness/intelligence side. But she's also not doing a very good job of hiding her own embarrassment.]

I stopped playing that game already, [Nanami says to Yasu's back on her way out into the adjacent office. Hopefully they can follow her out there soon!]

[temmapathy]

[Well then. Does it look like it's been scorched in any way?]

[whimsicalism]

[I'd say five, with some pictures looking like they were taken very early in the 20th century. All of them seem to be copies of pictures that they definitely knew were being taken. The newest picture, a young man, looks to be a yearbook picture while others could have been taken for IDs or portraits. Posed and intentional.]

[keyringwitness]

Sorry, it's, um, habit.

[It was a legitimate mistake, really! Even after learning about the truth at the heart of her existence and her destiny should she ever return home, there are some habits that Yasu can't shake, including being politely deferential to certified mean girls.]

[whimsicalism]

[There's no file labeled Kakuya but there is one labeled KAGUYA DOLL, THE. Want to take a look?]

[keyringwitness]

[That's Yasu's girl... or is it?

Does the devastation look like something approximately human shaped marching through the office and tossed things around, or is the mess arranged more like random objects were picked up from across the room and thrown around?]

[copycut]

[ INTERESTING... It's at this point that Kuro thinks to turn them over, checking for any notes written on the back. Names, dates... World numbers. That kind of thing. ]

[shinedsobright]

[Finally some good file. Opens it]

[shinedsobright]

Did we ever find the friend?

[violence_ensues]

I don't think so... I haven't...

[whimsicalism]

[A little, yes! Not like someone tried to set it on fire but some residual burns are here.]

[spychic]

The friend was the friends we made along the way.

[Anya answers, absent-mindedly.]

[temmapathy]

[Yeah, that makes sense. Do the other chairs have names on them?]

[whimsicalism]

[There are names, yes. The names are written in the same orderly handwriting you recognize from the sheep. Four of the pictures seem to be from the Miroku family, the newest of which is a dour looking man with short black hair and round large round glasses. Probably about middle aged, with a tired look in his eyes. Yakumo Miroku.

The picture of the young man with the baleful stare is labeled Akira Kijima... there is one thing all of these have in common, though.

A child has scrawled the word DADDY on the back.]

[shinedsobright]

Aww. It sure was.

[have a headpat Anya, for learning the art of shitposting through your bitterness]

[whimsicalism]

[It looks like someone human shaped did come in and threw things around. Someone probably had lots of fun doing this.]