[in the closet, bradley finds a folded pile of clothes. hard to make out what they are when folded up, other than that the top layer is a dull dark blue.
the desk doesn't have drawers, but in the trash can, sheila finds a crumpled piece of paper.]
[Bradley unfolds... a men's high school uniform. Would Bradley even know what that looks like? It would be very funny if he had no idea after attending the school murdergame, but presumably we've had enough teenagers running around in the murder circuit. Anyway, it's a set of dark jacket with a red armband + pants + white shirt. Also there are probably shoes and stuff. Me trying to remember what goes in an outfit.
On the paper that Sheila finds is a) some dried blood and b) messy writing—the kind you'd expect from someone who wasn't looking down at the page as they wrote. The entire thing is scribbled over, more so in some places than others, but the haphazard nature of the strikeouts means everything is still legible if she tries to read it.]
I miss you. I know that you'll never see this but Sorry that your big brother hasn't been home for so long, but hopefully, I'll see you soon.
I'm sor Do you remember that field of sunflowers? The flowers were almost as tall as you, weren't they? You've probably grown since then though. If I can, I'll take you there again. If not there, then somewhere peaceful. A place where we can look up at the stars, maybe. It's a promise.
[It's very funny that he does know about school uniforms. He probably cannot place this as exactly high school, but he knows it goes to a school, and with the sizing of it middle school and up.]
[Bradley does not find anything in the pockets! Though he'll notice that the uniform has some wear and tear, as though it's seen better days. Still perfectly wearable, but it's not exactly the state you'd expect a normal student to end up in. Maybe. I don't know what counts as normal for wizards.
Looking outside the window, Sheila will not see any scenery. It's just Light coming in through the window.]
[Uuuh he just thinks kids just almost die as a fact of life. Where's the wear and tear? Does it look like the uniform's been stabbed or just more scuffed up?]
... Riku was a teenager at the school.
[It's not impossible to assume that another teenager was pulled to serve as staff.]
[A cut from something sharp, which is probably about as much as Bradley can tell. And nope, this is the only set of clothes in the closet! There is, however, also a safe-that-people-might-mistake-for-a-microwave, the door open ajar.
No drawers anywhere otherwise, though.
The bathroom is... just as generic-looking as the rest of the room, really. There's a toilet, a shower, a trash can, and a sink with a mirror and toiletries.]
The bed is just a bed that's, like, half-made. So whoever uses it couldn't be bothered to fully make it, apparently, but it's not a mess either. Nothing of note on the bed or under the covers and sheets, but underneath the bed is a... pack of water bottles. Wow.]
... Yeah, have you talked to all of them? I get the feeling some of them don't get out much.
[Binches, you live like this? She slowly blinks and puts everything back the way she found it.]
At least the bed is as messy as I expected. Never met a teenage boy who remembers to make their bed. [She frowns, looking around like? Did they check everything?] ... So, they're a big brother. And they like sunflowers and stargazing. Does that ring any bells?
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... Oh. This is making me really sad.
[This sure is a lot of nothing!
While Bradley checks the closet, Sheila makes her way over to the desk and trashcan. Is there anything in the trash? Does the desk have drawers?]
We should give them a potted plant or something. Add a nice pop of color!
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the desk doesn't have drawers, but in the trash can, sheila finds a crumpled piece of paper.]
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Dunno if they'd even take a plant with how empty this place is.
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[Hmm... Sheila will carefully uncrumple the paper. Is there anything on it?]
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On the paper that Sheila finds is a) some dried blood and b) messy writing—the kind you'd expect from someone who wasn't looking down at the page as they wrote. The entire thing is scribbled over, more so in some places than others, but the haphazard nature of the strikeouts means everything is still legible if she tries to read it.]
I miss yo
u. I know that you'll never see this butSorry that your big brother hasn't been home for so long, but hopefully, I'll see you soon.I'm sorDo you remember that field of sunflowers? The flowers were almost as tall as you, weren't they? You've probably grown since then though. If I can, I'll take you there again. If not there, then somewhere peaceful. A place where we can look up at the stars, maybe. It's a promise.I'll never give up on you, no matter what.
I love you too.
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Looks like they're school aged?
[Time to go snooping through the pockets.]
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Sheila crumples the paper back up and puts it in the trash can again, just how she found it.]
... They have a younger sibling. [She is so sad, holy fuck.] And they're just a kid themselves? Fuck.
[Feels bad, man! Is there a view outside the window?]
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Looking outside the window, Sheila will not see any scenery. It's just Light coming in through the window.]
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... Riku was a teenager at the school.
[It's not impossible to assume that another teenager was pulled to serve as staff.]
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[Minors? In her murder hotel? It's more likely than you think.
Is there anything on the nightstand besides the lamp? And does it have drawers?]
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There is not, but there IS a typewriter on the desk that I totally didn't forget about.]
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A cut like a knife, or a cut like a sword? There's no other clothes here, right? This was the only bit of folded clothing in the closet?
Are there any drawers on any of the furniture? The desk? Can we open them, or are they locked?]
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Hmm... If there's nothing on the nightstand, then Sheila will move on to check the bathroom.]
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No drawers anywhere otherwise, though.
The bathroom is... just as generic-looking as the rest of the room, really. There's a toilet, a shower, a trash can, and a sink with a mirror and toiletries.]
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And also the toiletries. Everyone taking care of their personal hygiene here?]
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Nothing inside the trash can! And yes, the toiletries look normal and used.]
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[Let's look at the typewriter. Any paper on it? Any texts?]
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[Is there anything on the bed...? Under the bed? Under the covers or sheets? THIS IS SO SAD.]
Bradley, whose room is this?
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The bed is just a bed that's, like, half-made. So whoever uses it couldn't be bothered to fully make it, apparently, but it's not a mess either. Nothing of note on the bed or under the covers and sheets, but underneath the bed is a... pack of water bottles. Wow.]
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Which staff member seems like they have no sense of decoration at all.
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[Binches, you live like this? She slowly blinks and puts everything back the way she found it.]
At least the bed is as messy as I expected. Never met a teenage boy who remembers to make their bed. [She frowns, looking around like? Did they check everything?] ... So, they're a big brother. And they like sunflowers and stargazing. Does that ring any bells?
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There is no other object that the mod forgot about that will suddenly jump out at them, probably.]
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[ Sometimes work schedules are so brutal in the summer.
Flings some theorizing, while he refolds the clothes. There's no hanger here? ]
Can't be Virgo.
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Oh, it's definitely not Virgo. There would be a lot more than just water bottles under the bed.
[Actually, does the TV work? She assumes not, but.]
And I doubt it's Aquarius, either.
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