[there are a few boxes at the top of the closet. like shoeboxes? sneaker boxes that might have things in them. the clothes are like t-shirts, leather jackets, band shirts, etc. there's some flannel? it's fine.
sylvain examines the balls and will find...it is a basket of bath salts and bath bombs. wrow.
i love both of them. anyway, congrats! the computer is booted up. there is a password though, but the background is black with two white rabbits chasing each other in a circle.
since he's at the desk, there is still more junk. there are two more notebooks here on the desktop. there are a few folded pieces of paper. there are various trinkets like newton's cradle, etc. there's a mug full of pens, pads of sticky notes, half a kit-kat, etc.
[ he knows how to operate a computer about as well as a 60 year old man, so there's no way he's figuring out the password. is it written on one of the sticky notes? or folded papers? he'll check the journals to see what's in them too. ]
Aquarius could stand to learn how to tidy up a little.
sylvain has no clue what the password could be, either, so he'll let dimitri search around the desk while he scopes out the rest of the room for anything that he may have missed earlier...
is there something else notable on the walls that he hasn't seen yet? anything weird about the couch or hidden under the bed?
if he goes back and follows the patterns on the sticky notes, do they lead to... THE PASSWORD?
if there's nothing to be found he'll help rummage around the desk, checking for any drawers, etc. ]
[the password is not written on the sticky notes unfortunately. you cannot divine it from that. the notes appear to be more notes about various people? traits, memories, home worlds, etc. the folded papers are a drawing of a river, and whatever the fuck's going on here. there's also a slip of paper that says "Always keep a pair of gloves with you so you don't leave your own fingerprints on anything at a crime scene!" with "(I MEAN AS AN INVESTIGATOR, NOT A CRIMINAL)" squeezed in in tiny print underneath. there's also a brochure of gotham city.
dimitri checks the journals! one of them appears to be various entries, profiles, and notes. dimitri opens to a page. in the other notebook, he will find a series of entries that i have to put in here because pastebin literally said no.]
DATE: ???
A clever little trick to make me think she'd be here. I almost would have fallen for it if I wasn't as prepared as I am. Hah. Maybe that's the paranoia talking.
DATE: ???
Hey is it ironic that this is the fourth game? Four truly is unlucky.
DATE: ???
Today I got hit with a chair, so I can cross that off my bucket list. Not. Looks like I'm not as alone as I thought? I don't know how long she's been here, but the way she looked at me when I explained that ship...I don't want anyone to ever look at me that way ever again. Her game wasn't like that. So. More buses came before me. We don't know if more will come after. All we can do is wait...that's the part I hate the most though.
DATE: ???
I don't get it. First she ran her own game. Then he was forced to proctor on the ship. So why me? Is it a team bonding exercise because I'm not happy with it. Who the fuck are we even proctoring for if everyone's still asleep? God. What the fuck do I do?
DATE: ???
The answer, it seems, is tap into the field. That still works which is better than how things went on that ship. I can see things. But none of them make sense to me. I don't know how to read this. I wish...this wasn't so messed up. But if this is a chance to save them...I'll do it. Whatever it takes. I'm not losing. I'll save them myself.
DATE: ???
Haha so anyway my life's a fucking cosmic joke, as usual. But that make sense. My life hasn't really been mine for the last few years. My body's barely been mine. Who the fuck even am I anymore? We got a roster today...the rest of them that were missing are on it. They're being pulled here to play the game. But we're not letting that happen. No way. They've all suffered enough, I'm not going to force them into another competition just because things got derailed. ...the others agreed with my idea. We'll just have to stall for time and see how we can fix this. And we'll just have to agree to play our part, follow the rules, and try not to let on who we are.
DATE: ???
Man, come on, can't I have at least ONE normal relationship?
DATE: ???
...I've been asleep on and off for five days. I can't...handle this much information. It's too much. All of their timelines and memories and experiences are crossing with mine. Is it always going to be like this? All of their pain and suffering and potential outcomes right in my hands. Maybe I should just go back to sleep. But...the bus will be coming soon.
DATE: ???
Today I discovered I'm kin with an ouija board. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Maybe I should introduce myself as Jack though. People seem to like that name. But...it's been a good way to read everybody and get to know them myself. We picked our teams based on what we knew, but...it's just the Knowledge Argument all over again. Knowing and experiencing are two different things. Maybe that's why I'm so scared of fucking this up from this end. It's easy to hide behind a board when no one can see me. Is it going to be as easy face to face with those five? Guess it's showtime.
DATE: ???
An update: no. No, it's not easy. I hate my job. I'm good at it, it seems, but I hate it. I've had to lie to a lot of people in the past, and I'm lying to them now. Countdown to when this all blows up in my face... ...some of them are nice though. It's nice that they have hope still. Even with more of the remnants starting to seep through, maybe things will be okay? People are paranoid and angry at us which, like, yeah me too, but they're safe. That's all that matters.
DATE: ???
...an accident. It's a ruling based on an accident, and now we have to go collect Tsurumaru's body and hold a trial for a teenager who didn't even mean to do anything wrong. God. Fuck. FUCK.
DATE: ???
Haha. What a shitty game. I can't even help them without risking hurting myself, the others, or any of them. Our hands really are tied now that it's started. God DAMNIT. What are we supposed to do now?
DATE: ???
Sometimes...you just have to lay on the floor of your co-worker's cabin and whine about the injustice of it all. Or drink. Or both. ...I'm not ready for tomorrow.
DATE: ???
I'm never letting anything terrible happen to Winter ever again. She's been through enough, and for that...no. Never. I'll do everything to protect them, too. But that was...brutal even by my standards.
DATE: ???
Fun fact: bears are scary as fuck and do not fuck around when there's fresh meat.
DATE: ???
I'm starting to lose in this competition, and that's unacceptable. So...time to think of a new strategy. But what? And in other news: I'm kind of really into an idiot but maybe it's a good thing he doesn't know flower language.
DATE: ???
We need to tell them. We need to tell them about what's at stake and then maybe... ...it has to happen this way. None of us wanted it, but none of us really want to lose either so. Isn't that how it always goes? Play the game, or die. And the worst part is that we still have to find the fanatic and stop the apocalypse whenever I get home. God.
[as sylvain's wandering, he'll find a few other pieces of art on the wall. there's a watercolor, there's a painting of a flower, a few other random drawings, this drawing...there's really no rhyme or reason. there's always sticky notes. always. numbers, equations, timelines, etc.
there's nothing weird about the couch!
there is, however, a duffle bag thrown into the very far corner underneath the bed.]
[ dimitri looks... increasingly exasperated after he reads all these pages, setting the notebooks aside.
is the password in the brochure? written on the ceiling? under the desk? on the paper in the trash? if there's nothing in or on any of those, he's just going to blindly typing something, deeply unsure.
[the password is written on none of these!!! stop!!! there are little sticky notes with drawings of bats and skeletons on them. also now that he's pushing stuff around, dimitri will also notice there are, like, random jewels and gems on the desk. like someone stole shit from the costume closet and popped them off for displays.
the password....sadly works.
maybe not as sadly because immediately afterward, a pop-up appears.]
AQUILA, IF YOU CHANGED MY PASSWORD AGAIN I WILL ACTUALLY KICK YOUR ASS.
[anyway wow. the desktop is that same blue bird symbol on a black background. there are also folders and files littering the entire desktop! there are folders labeled with 💥🗝, 💦, 💍, ⏰ emojis, along with files made up of series of numbers, etc.
as sylvain grabs the bag and looks inside...he finds a whole treasure trove of items:
-a weird device shaped like a clam shell -a ring box -an untitled disc -an ace bandage -a jar labeled with a heart sticker -a jar with blue liquid in it -a small bell -an unlabeled device -a jeweled butt plug -a half-empty box of condoms -a knife -a gun -a rainbow-colored brass knuckle]
[several of the files don't open without a different passcode. ILOVEDICK is not going to work. but dimitri opens the file with the ring on it and finds...a lot of inspo photos of wedding ideas. and housing ideas. and just future plans. images of tuxes? that kind of stuff.
[ why is he WITHOLDING INFORMATION. anyway, sylvain can pop the disk in as dimitri steps aside for him to do whatever with the computer. he'll just rifle through some of those shoeboxes from earlier. ]
[they are just photos, sorry dimitri. leave the jars alone, sylvain, the bag is under the bed for a reason. anyway he can look at stuff!! and when he puts the disc in, it begins playing the room. why. just. why.
as for dimitri, he is going to be able to go back to the closet and shuffle through the shoeboxes. there appears to be a lot of old papers like receipts, scraps of paper, old notebooks, trading cards, action figures, etc. still nothing plot important :(
on the other hand, there's a weird creaking noise from the very back corner of the closet.]
[ oh my god, aquarius. why are you such a packrat. he puts the boxes back more neatly than he found them. for the record, he also probably put some trash in the trash bin. ]
...I will take your word for it. But there are photographs of weddings and whatnot on the computer, so it seems that is on our Aquarius's mind.
[ he shoots the computer a weird look as the mystery disc plays, then shoots sylvain a weird look, then goes to investigate the weird noise in the closet. ]
[ all right... that's enough of the room. sylvain ejects the disk and returns it to the duffel. his attention snaps over when he sees dimitri partially vanishing in to the closet. would he have heard the noise from where he was? if so he's gonna Hover ]
[it might have been heard to hear the first creak from where sylvain was. however, now dimitri's going to investigate and there's an even louder set of creaking
followed by the glint of two red eyes in the light
and a low growl as the creaking comes closer to where dimitri is.
the entrance to the closet is a little ways back by this point, so that's fun.]
they start to both back off, but it's apparently a little too late because there's suddenly a loud, booming bark. it's a series of barks, actually. something whizzes past dimitri and knocks him right into a pile of shoes on the floor, some of which he may notice are different sizes. a purple cape suddenly drops over his head, but he is otherwise unharmed.
meanwhile, in the main part of the room, sylvain is suddenly ambushed by a gold-colored greyhound. its red eyes glint almost eerily in the blue light, noting the knife in sylvain's hand as it snarls and barks again, flashing razor-sharp teeth. it runs quickly, tackling him to the ground.
sylvain will soon realize this is not a dog. this is a statue. this is a living, solid-gold statue of a greyhound that bites at his hand to retrieve the knife. he gets to keep his hand, but he may be nicked from the teeth.
the dog bounds back, knife in its teeth as it growls and approaches menacingly.
[ and so he falls into a pile of shoes. he's more surprised than hurt, tossing the cape aside in time to see sylvain eat shit.
a... dog? ]
Sylvain!
[ he does care about getting sylvain out of here, so he quickly hoists him up to his feet and basically tosses him towards the door, running after him. ]
sylvain yelps in surprise, though it turns into a wheeze as he's knocked over by the statue. he immediately surrenders the knife, wincing as his hand gets nicked by solid-gold teeth.
he then finds himself yanked upright and yeeted at the door, and he stumbles out into the hallway ungracefully... ]
[there's a bunch of barking behind them, but it's muted as soon as they're out of the room and the door is shut. the dog(?) doesn't seem to chase after them, and if they look behind them as they're running they'll see that it has started to turn to go back to its place in the closet.
back out in the hall with the door closed, the key suddenly turns into stardust and disappears...good job, boys. you could have died but did not.]
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sylvain examines the balls and will find...it is a basket of bath salts and bath bombs. wrow.
i love both of them. anyway, congrats! the computer is booted up. there is a password though, but the background is black with two white rabbits chasing each other in a circle.
since he's at the desk, there is still more junk. there are two more notebooks here on the desktop. there are a few folded pieces of paper. there are various trinkets like newton's cradle, etc. there's a mug full of pens, pads of sticky notes, half a kit-kat, etc.
what now?]
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[ he knows how to operate a computer about as well as a 60 year old man, so there's no way he's figuring out the password. is it written on one of the sticky notes? or folded papers? he'll check the journals to see what's in them too. ]
Aquarius could stand to learn how to tidy up a little.
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[ and depressed!
sylvain has no clue what the password could be, either, so he'll let dimitri search around the desk while he scopes out the rest of the room for anything that he may have missed earlier...
is there something else notable on the walls that he hasn't seen yet? anything weird about the couch or hidden under the bed?
if he goes back and follows the patterns on the sticky notes, do they lead to... THE PASSWORD?
if there's nothing to be found he'll help rummage around the desk, checking for any drawers, etc. ]
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dimitri checks the journals! one of them appears to be various entries, profiles, and notes. dimitri opens to a page. in the other notebook, he will find a series of entries that i have to put in here because pastebin literally said no.]
[as sylvain's wandering, he'll find a few other pieces of art on the wall. there's a watercolor, there's a painting of a flower, a few other random drawings, this drawing...there's really no rhyme or reason. there's always sticky notes. always. numbers, equations, timelines, etc.
there's nothing weird about the couch!
there is, however, a duffle bag thrown into the very far corner underneath the bed.]
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is the password in the brochure? written on the ceiling? under the desk? on the paper in the trash? if there's nothing in or on any of those, he's just going to blindly typing something, deeply unsure.
********* ]
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the password....sadly works.
maybe not as sadly because immediately afterward, a pop-up appears.]
AQUILA, IF YOU CHANGED MY PASSWORD AGAIN I WILL ACTUALLY KICK YOUR ASS.
[anyway wow. the desktop is that same blue bird symbol on a black background. there are also folders and files littering the entire desktop! there are folders labeled with 💥🗝, 💦, 💍, ⏰ emojis, along with files made up of series of numbers, etc.
as sylvain grabs the bag and looks inside...he finds a whole treasure trove of items:
-a weird device shaped like a clam shell
-a ring box
-an untitled disc
-an ace bandage
-a jar labeled with a heart sticker
-a jar with blue liquid in it
-a small bell
-an unlabeled device
-a jeweled butt plug
-a half-empty box of condoms
-a knife
-a gun
-a rainbow-colored brass knuckle]
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anyway, i can't believe ILOVEDICK worked. he'll open some of the files and folders. don't ask me which ones, it's not like he knows the difference. ]
I suppose it's working now...
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[ hopefully dimitri is not blowing up the computer in the time sylvain is busy with this duffel bag of Sin.
what the heck is this clam shell... can he open it...
are the jars... LUBE?
he will take the disc because he has a vague awareness of how technology works. ]
Uh... found some stuff under the bed but you probably don't wanna know. But there's a disc here that I'm pretty sure goes into that machine...?
[ OR it could be a music cd, again his understanding of tech is laughable.
i really hope he doesn't accidentally hand dimitri an Adult Video ]
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in the water droplets folder...there's a lot of dick pics.
the jars are NOT LUBE. and now they have a disc.]
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What do you mean, I don't want to know...?
[ why is he WITHOLDING INFORMATION. anyway, sylvain can pop the disk in as dimitri steps aside for him to do whatever with the computer. he'll just rifle through some of those shoeboxes from earlier. ]
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...You can take a look for yourself, if you're really curious. But don't say I didn't warn you.
[ once he gets to the computer he'll be looking through all the same photos— ]
Oh, someone's getting married...? I found a ring box in the bag under the bed.
[ but for now sylvain's gonna try and see what's on this mystery disc... ]
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as for dimitri, he is going to be able to go back to the closet and shuffle through the shoeboxes. there appears to be a lot of old papers like receipts, scraps of paper, old notebooks, trading cards, action figures, etc. still nothing plot important :(
on the other hand, there's a weird creaking noise from the very back corner of the closet.]
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...I will take your word for it. But there are photographs of weddings and whatnot on the computer, so it seems that is on our Aquarius's mind.
[ he shoots the computer a weird look as the mystery disc plays, then shoots sylvain a weird look, then goes to investigate the weird noise in the closet. ]
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followed by the glint of two red eyes in the light
and a low growl as the creaking comes closer to where dimitri is.
the entrance to the closet is a little ways back by this point, so that's fun.]
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—Sylvain, are you armed?
[ just curious. ]
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[ UM... he will grab the dick knife from the bag while he's here. he really, really doesn't like this. ]
You know this is a bad idea, right? We should probably get going?
[ and yet, like a true faerghus idiot, he will stay to defend his baby king ]
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is. is dimitri going to keep standing there, just wondering?]
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Then start heading towards the exit.
[ meanwhile, dimitri does have a normal not-dick knife, so he's drawing that and backing away as he keeps his eye on... whatever this is. ]
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[ he'll start to move carefully towards the door, dick-knife in hand... ]
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okay.
they start to both back off, but it's apparently a little too late because there's suddenly a loud, booming bark. it's a series of barks, actually. something whizzes past dimitri and knocks him right into a pile of shoes on the floor, some of which he may notice are different sizes. a purple cape suddenly drops over his head, but he is otherwise unharmed.
meanwhile, in the main part of the room, sylvain is suddenly ambushed by a gold-colored greyhound. its red eyes glint almost eerily in the blue light, noting the knife in sylvain's hand as it snarls and barks again, flashing razor-sharp teeth. it runs quickly, tackling him to the ground.
sylvain will soon realize this is not a dog. this is a statue. this is a living, solid-gold statue of a greyhound that bites at his hand to retrieve the knife. he gets to keep his hand, but he may be nicked from the teeth.
the dog bounds back, knife in its teeth as it growls and approaches menacingly.
would you like to consider leaving now?]
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a... dog? ]
Sylvain!
[ he does care about getting sylvain out of here, so he quickly hoists him up to his feet and basically tosses him towards the door, running after him. ]
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sylvain yelps in surprise, though it turns into a wheeze as he's knocked over by the statue. he immediately surrenders the knife, wincing as his hand gets nicked by solid-gold teeth.
he then finds himself yanked upright and yeeted at the door, and he stumbles out into the hallway ungracefully... ]
—gh!
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back out in the hall with the door closed, the key suddenly turns into stardust and disappears...good job, boys. you could have died but did not.]