FINAL INVESTIGATION

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FINAL INVESTIGATION

Everyone's time is running out - but on friday, the lights return back to normal light, and the rats squeak loudly, clawing at the plastic of their little closed off areas.

Something is happening - and it seems the time has come for action.

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[enter_the_darkness]

[ ANNNND someone is. Not happy to see Makoto, and the brief narrowing of his eyes will make that obvious.

Also, he's not going to be getting close to any of them, but he's going to be lifting his eyebrows as they? climb someone?? ]

Guess so...

[ Dully, to everyone's questions. ]

[wrongtiming]

[...]

I think they’re trying to point us to something. Which... is only about as weird as anything else that’s happened here, I guess.

[So he’s going to try to get a better look at that spot.]

[rosebridled]

[ Anthy pets the rat and looks in the direction it seems to be motioning toward. ]

Do you need us to go somewhere?

[justfists]

[she notices, but honestly, she's good at ignoring stuff like that. it's not like she hasn't received similar looks from the students at Shujin. And honestly, while there's anger AT her... this also isn't about her.] Hm... Do they think it's going to be dangerous? [because she can change in a heartbeat]

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[The Rat quickly points towards an unoccupied room.

Hm...]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ Welp, time to go fight a door--

I mean... try opening that door. ]

[wrongtiming]

[Hunter doesn’t try to stop him, but he does move in his direction, glancing at Anthy for a moment before looking back to the door.]

...Careful, man.

[rosebridled]

[ Carries the rat over toward the room, and stands back to watch. ]

[justfists]

[eh, just in case, let's be joker for the rest of this. In a flash of blue flame, Makoto's clothes change to Akira's Joker uniform, and, well, she's got her brass knuckles handy.]

[foundationmods]

[As they get into the room and Anthy sets the rat down, it immediately springs into action - jumping into the closet and making loud squeaking noises.

Soon, though, it comes back out - dragging some papers with it.]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ No matter who grabs it, he's going to be trying to read it, even leaning around them to do so, and...

Ah. ]

SCPs...

[ For now, he's going to focus on the Japanese, looking at the other three as he points to it: ]

Can any of you read that?

[wrongtiming]

[He starts to read it as well, but that doesn’t stop him answering:]

I can’t. It looks like Japanese, though.

[rosebridled]

I should be able to...

[ Reads.

But not out loud. ]

[justfists]

The Outsider's Japanese is surprisingly good, for what I expected. [and that's all she'll say on that.] It's just commentary from Ichigo about how the tatami dummy was better suited to him than he expected it to be. Which, given the generic request... [she seems to be thinking ahead though...] Why is there blood...? [time to go... open the closet?]

[foundationmods]

[No blood in the closet!

Though the rat scampers out of the room, running up the stairs.

It's clearly headed for the third floor, towards the storage room.]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ He'll nod at Makoto - congrats, you're among the closest to get a thanks from him!

But, also, he isn't even gonna hesitate to follow.

Bye, guys. ]

[wrongtiming]

Hey, wait, we shouldn’t—

[Split up, he says, just in time to see Vanitas leave. He follows after a moment, but not before looking to make sure the others are as well.]

[rosebridled]

[ Yep, she's following... though she's probably the last one. ]

[justfists]

Hmm. [but that mystery solved, and noticing the quick leaving, well. Makoto's not going to wait behind to solve a mystery that they could... frankly solve at any time, later. she's following.]

[foundationmods]

[Much like before, they go through the trap door and into the brain, the place flickering with the light of synapses connecting.

There's an opening to their left, which leads deeper in. Continue?]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ Yep, heading in deeper without... so much as glancing at anyone else. ]

[wrongtiming]

[He also follows in while screaming internally at Vanitas, probably.]

[rosebridled]

[ Sighs... keeps following ]

[justfists]

So much for having a plan. [she readjusts her brass knuckles and follows.]

[foundationmods]

[As they go down the hallway - just like all the others before it, doorless and incredibly long, they eventually find themselves....

...In a replica of the restaurant? There are exits north, east, and west, but before they can really move...a large flare of light comes, bringing with it-]

The whole scene is seen from above, as if from a security camera watching over a room. It takes place in the dining room, where a red-headed boy and an older black man seem to be sitting to eat a meal. While they eat, they have papers they’re going over, clearly a working lunch of some sort.

Their conversation can also be heard, even though they should be far enough away to be inaudible.

The boy speaks first as he points to something on one of the papers. “You really think this place is an euclid, Reyes?”

“Yeah,” the man answers, “It’s unpredictable, but I don’t see anything dangerous about it.”

“...People disappearing isn’t dangerous?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s not the resort itself that’s making those people disappear. You’ve seen the other SCPs roaming about here. THOSE are the culprits, I think. At least a couple of them might be keters.” The man pauses to take a bite of his lunch, and then he slides another paper over. “I think we saw this guy here last week, for example.”

The boy looks at that page, and he winces, as if it brings back some unpleasant memories. “And a place that houses SCPs isn’t dangerous on its own?”

“Probably not.” Another bite of food goes in his mouth. “We’re just doing a rough draft of the article anyway. The higher-ups can make the final call. I’d still say euclid.”

The boy shrugs, and then starts eating some of his food - but pauses for a second. “If that’s the case, you could almost call this place a mini-Foundation, couldn’t you? It’s pretty similar to a containment facility, anyway.”

“No,” the man says almost immediately, frowning, “this is definitely not like the Foundation. You could actually leave this place if you wanted.”

[And then, the memory fades - leaving only this place behind.]