Tangle the Lemur
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Awards Killing Game 2x2: Moon of Hope (Game Thread) - Day 1 - Notifiable Incident
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What? You're telling me my plan to use a heat lamp to melt the pump failed? C'mon, what kind of junk are these plant nurseries and greenhouses and other botanical wastes-of-floorplan-space even using?
...No matter. I learned something else anyway. There's some kinda hatch down in the water under the lake. Couldn't get it open, not without risking severe hypothermia anyway. This sad excuse for a facility isn't worth it though, and I can't hold my breath as long as I used to anyway. Go figure it out yourselves.
Power Flotzo
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It seems my first night here has been... quite eventful. I won't bore you with my side of the story. Not now, anyway.
Investigate the rest of the Foyer.
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[You both attempt to light up that cubic bastard at once, but he flexes one of his corners, and the bullets phase straight through him. They collide with two more of the paintings in the dishevelled foyer, which drop to the ground, and unfortunately do not reveal secret safes behind them.]
"Bold, y'know. Taking a shot at me during the day. It takes a little bit more than that to just kill a ghost, and a lotta more than that to kill a demonic spirit. You might wanna ask some of the peeps who tried to fight me last night what their lessons were, m'kay?"
"Needless to say, you're outmatched right now. My plucky assistant here's got my back. There's a fresh body, and my power grows with each death, bubs! My portrait gallery has plenty of room for the souls of those who defy me, so get used to the supernatural order around here. And fast.
Course, that little coward's an exception. Gadd pulled a fancy trick giving Mona that book, but even if I can't trap her spirit, she's stuck like that forever! And she's permanently lost her crutch. I'm sure once miss safety officer gives into hopelessness, she'll soon... see our side of things."
"Well. I'm not really sure actually. I'm guessing at best. Stupid self-burning book."
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You investigate the remainder of the Foyer. It's in quite a state. The chandelier has crashed into the ground, there's slice marks, burn marks, scattered pages, a rusty discarded polearm, and a few discarded egg timers that reek of fish mixing with the scent of burnt coffee creamer, and some other faint chemical aroma coming from near the entrance. A large dent is in the ground, and around it some of the floorboards have been torn up by a seemingly powerful shockwave. Knives are strewn around the place, some of which are wedged into the walls.
Quite a commotion. Of course, the paintings from earlier are crashed onto the ground. You can only guess what happened in here.
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This Gadd can't even ensure the safety of his gofers! What a pitiful lab rat! Though it seems he had the courtesy to do you one favor. "Ghost" truly befits the building. The musty lower levels, the perilous pitfalls in the narrow walkways, the ominya-ous ticking... A dilettante's design sensibilities, but a purr-fect facility for the spectral. Your new condition con-furrs you an advantage. Although, he's not solely responsible, is he? Who's the interior stylist who had the vision to add so bold a decoration to that conspicuous means of egress?
...Too shy to step forward? What a shame.
There's time enough to inspect the flesh and whatever grime she accumulated. I say we unveil more of our mystery stylist's vision with an inspection of the Terminal!
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You examine the Terminal. Compared to the Terminal in the archives, this one's slightly more precarious. The computer screens aren't displaying anything. One of the spare wires loosely scattered around the room has been hitched haphazardly to one of the pulleys used to descend to the ground, instead binding the victim close to the start of the line, in what she would probably call a very unsafe manner. The end of the rope has been fashioned into a crude noose, which remains wrapped around her now-broken neck. Her belongings remain scattered below the drop.
This Gadd can't even ensure the safety of his gofers! What a pitiful lab rat! Though it seems he had the courtesy to do you one favor. "Ghost" truly befits the building. The musty lower levels, the perilous pitfalls in the narrow walkways, the ominya-ous ticking... A dilettante's design sensibilities, but a purr-fect facility for the spectral. Your new condition con-furrs you an advantage. Although, he's not solely responsible, is he? Who's the interior stylist who had the vision to add so bold a decoration to that conspicuous means of egress?
...Too shy to step forward? What a shame.
There's time enough to inspect the flesh and whatever grime she accumulated. I say we unveil more of our mystery stylist's vision with an inspection of the Terminal!
Lee Chaolan
Oh, excellent!
Lee Chaolan
Well that was a rather… explosive night I should say. Marvelous!
I don't know what went on in the kitchen, but I'm glad the damage didn't seem too large. It could have ruined the excellent bottle of wine I left in the dining room!
Investigate the Kitchen.
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You examine the Kitchen. It, too, is in an extreme state of disrepair, no less on the first night. Did you expect anything else from a Killing Game?
Already, you note the oven has exploded, its gas burners nothing more than twisted scorched metal, and the nearby drawers and cupboards around the oven hang ajar. Some of their contents have clearly been raided. Pots and pans, dislodged from the explosion, lay scattered on the ground, amongst broken porcelain. The burnt stench of smoke and rotting fish permeates the air. Melted wax coats one side of the oven, and some kind of wooden platter has been burned, its once-nicely presented contents now melted and ruined. The floor and walls, including the dumbwaiter, are all covered in scorch marks. The sink is full of water, but not overflowing. A fire extinguisher in the room has been busted. The fridge hangs ajar, some of its contents slightly spilled onto the floor, congealing with the surrounding mess. A lone canvas, oddly pristine and untouched by this chaos, lays overturned near the northern exit.
Lee Chaolan
Oh, excellent!
Lee Chaolan
- I went downstairs to grab a bottle of wine from the cellar. A 1849 vintage even! Marvelous!
- Went upstairs via the clock tower and placed my bottle of wine in the dining room, seeing Boo in the dining room, MCD heading towards the kitchen and Portricia who also leaves with me. Great!
- I then entered the West Gallery alongside Portricia to… admire the paintings. Portricia leaves at some point, and sometime later an explosion happens, powerful enough to jostle around the paintings a bit. Perfect!
- Leave for the now-dishevelled kitchen to grab a wine glass, see Blathers passed out with yet another exquisite painting of elegant art. Brilliant!
- Spend the rest of the night relaxing in the parlor with an excellent glass of wine. At some point I hear a horn sound come from the Sapphire wing, followed by a crashing sound to the north, and have Lulu running in shortly afterwards holding a sword. She stabs me, but for she should have known that it would take a bit more than that to take down the Silver-haired demon. She leaves as I casually sip on my wine. Excellent!
- A fair amount of time later, a fully orange MCD walks in. It was almost as if a bucket of paint feel on top of him or something, however could that have happened? He sets up a microphone and camera and conducts a rather unusual interview, after which I leave and head to bed for an excellent nights sleep. Nice!
WINTER:
Feh. And you call yourself a "king".
Pathetic.
WINTER:
If you were a Royal Icewing, they would laugh you out of court for letting a nine-year-old and his posse push you around so easily.
It doesn't matter now. I've seen the shallow extent of what you are capable of, and I got what I needed. All that remains now is to circumvent your Animus defenses. Oblivion awaits you then.
I would like to leverage the following powers to gain further insight into the case. If I am, for whatever reason, not able to do this, then someone who bonded with these guys do it instead.
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KBB sticks his tongue out at you, and then gestures for Tanner to do his thing.
Haha, of course not. This one's all solo. Demonic Assistant's word. Also, it's impressive enough you guys decided to take on the boss after one night of partnership.
I didn't say you could use that title.
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[While investigations are underway, Vigil keeps his eye sockets trained on Tanner, glaring him down the whole time, before he acts on your request for further examination of his colleague's body.]
Master Gadd recruited Mona as an intern with an interest in the elemental, the paranormal, the esoteric, as some of thee wouldst say. Her optimism was enough to keep even this old lantern burning, even with her incessant, sometimes humorous tolling of the bell under the moon's light. I shall do as ordered, out of desire it brings yond cowardly killer to justice.
Vigil retrieves her body from the wires, and gently lays it down in the Terminal, before conducting his own ritual. He scans her body with his lantern, which flashes between different shades of red, a deep blue that highlights certain patches on her corpse, and then a striking purple with a rainbow aura.
- The bruise on her skull is irregular, and he doesn't recognise any conventional blunt weapon that could have caused the wound. It wasn't caused by being slammed into an uneven ground or wall.
- Exposure to the snowy exterior of this side of the mansion has preserved her body and prevented her blood from congealing properly from being strung up, so the bruise is still fresh. He speculates there was up to a few minutes between when she was knocked out and when she was hung by the noose. It would have taken a lot of force to cause her neck to break in this way, especially since the terminal lacks a conventional platform to drop someone with, so she was thrown in a hurry, instead of carefully placed.
- Particulate analysis on her frozen suit indicates she was somewhere dusty at some point of the night. The icy parts of her high-vis outfit appear to have been caused by plain water, which has also negated some of the soot-staining, but sealed in much of the ash and dust. Unfortunately, a lot of these rooms are dusty from being undisturbed for so long. He connects the slightly sulfurous stench on her burns with the explosion in the kitchen.
- His final assessment is thus: the absolute method of death was her neck snapping with the wire, when her weight tightened the noose after being thrown out the Terminal.
Revin
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Hmm? Wuzzat? We're still talkin' about this whole Mona thing? Heh, well, I guess if youse all really care about figurin' out the tiny little details of this open-and-shut case, I can give some pointers. After all, bein' a detective is what I do best. So here's lesson one: always get testimonies from all the people in the mansion. If they ain't talkin', they're probably guilty, and you gotta lynch 'em right then and there. Now, if you wanna know how a real pro makes a testimony, listen to this and take some notes.
Startin' off my night, I woke up in my quarters, 'round the same time as Ratigan and Thanos. Dunno where they went, but I headed over to the East Gallery. I needed a container to hold somethin' special, so I grabbed a pot, dumped the plant out of it, and brought it with me to the Bathroom. Ah, the beautiful Bathroom. My favourite place in the world. How long's it been since I've been in here? As everyone knows, it's the home of the best thing in the world... and King Blocky Boo's weakness. So I filled up my pot, and made my way out, spottin' Winter going to the foyer and Lupin headin' into the Metal Lab. After that, I made my way upstairs. As I was on the way to my destination, I popped my head into my second favourite place in the world, the Kitchen, where I saw Victor and Ghouligrab doing whatever it is that they do. After that, I went along to the Armoury, to get the second part of my secret weapon. With everythin' I needed gathered up, it was time to face off against the big bad boss.
So far, it was all so good. As I headed out from the Armoury, I saw Coral makin' her way through the Restrooms into the Horology Studio. And inside... well, it was the King of Boos himself. Now, this ain't my first tango with that creep, so I knew that I had a big fight ahead of me, and I knew that anyone else in the room would be in danger during our battle, so I interrupted Coral while she was lookin' at some Faberge clock, and made sure to scoot her outta the room to keep her safe. And then... it was time to fight.
With the room to ourselves, I faced King Boo and drew my weapon... the Soapsword. Now, as I'm sure youse all know, Soap famously has cleansing properties that affect both the physical and spiritual, being able to protect bodies from zombification and get rid of unclean spirits. And it was this very power that allowed me and Beowulf to put the beatdown on this clown all those years ago. So, I figured, I'll put some liquid Soap from the Bathroom into a pot, and then apply it to a sword from the Armoury, and BAM! Soapsword, bane of royal ghosts. And with that all prepared, I lunged at him, ready for a big battle. But... he didn't even move. He LET me hit him! The sword went straight through him, and he wasn't in any pain at all. I tried again and again, and it wasn't doin' anythin'. In a last ditch effort, I threw the pot with the leftover soap at him, but it just went straight through him and hit one of the shelves. Then he just started laughin' at me. And that's how I knew... this guy ain't weak to soap anymore. He's come back stronger, and now we don't know any of his weaknesses. He's basically unkillable. Knowin' I was outmatched, I made a quick getaway, just as I saw Coral makin' her way in from the Rumpus Room. I decided to go to the library to catch my breath, passin' through the Kiln Room, and I found... there was a bunch of rats in the room. Evil, ghost rats. I couldn't see 'em too well without any darklight, but they seemed pretty nasty, so I decided to make use of my Soapsword to get rid of them. Victor passed through into the Kiln Room while I was doin' this... feh, not like I needed any help anyway, punk. At least my Soapsword can still kill SOME ghosts.
I was pretty mad at this point. All my plans in ruin, and now I was gonna be stuck in another Killin' Game for who knows how long. I decided to head back to the Kitchen for some comfort, passin' by Chaolan in the West Gallery, Ratigan headin' south outta the Dinin' Room, and Lulu headin' west from it. Once I got there, I saw Mona leavin', there was someone makin' a nice dip, and the fridge was stinkin' real bad. But youse all know me: I'm an ace detective, and my sniffer had caught onto something else... the scent of a thief. Sittin' right next to that dip-makin' drip Lupin was a nice fancy painting. Don't think I don't know your type, "gentleman" thief. I know paintings don't belong on kitchen floors, and you don't belong in this buildin'. So, as the chief detective in this mansion, I thought this might be a good learnin' experience for all of you, about the most important lesson I learned during my last Killin' Game.
Yeah, so I just clonked the guy in the head with a wrench, then filled up the sink with water and gave him a nice, long drink. He struggled a little bit, and I ended up hittin' the gas element in the stove durin' the struggle, but I thought the lesson was goin' pretty well. But then that stupid girl came back in with a mop, and started blowin' her damn whistle! She rushed over to help the guy out while he coughed and sputtered out the water he'd been swallowin' from the sink, and I figured she was lettin' him off too easy. But just as I was about to give her an earful, I smelled somethin' kinda funny... the gas from the stove had filled up the room, and some irresonsible person had lit a candle in there. The whole room was a powder keg, ready to go off, and we were all gonna get caught up in it. I bolted straight away, and BOY was that explosion loud. I could hear it all the way from the Hollow Tree Heights. Not sure what happened to Lupin and Mona after that, but it's their fault for bein' in the Kitchen. As anyone who's read my memoir knows, someone always dies when you go to the Kitchen. Unless, of course, you're me, who can go to the Kitchen every night and live to tell the tale.
Not much happened after that. As I was headin' through into the Hollow Tree Heights, I noticed the Faberge clock that Coral was lookin' at in the Horology Studio was just... floatin' there, across the room. Couldn't tell ya why. After I made it downstairs, I saw Ghouligrab and Jackson in the Foyer, and made my way into the Archives, where I saw Coral hangin' out, and MCD was just on his way out. I spent some time here lookin' for some info about the place, hopin' I could uncover some secrets to help kill King Boo... but no dice. I ended up just goin' back to the bedrooms, gettin' back around the same time as Coral...
Heh, now that I think about it, I sure saw her a lot tonight. Kinda reminds me of my first night in the mansion, back in the day, when I ran into another girl. 'Course, that girl tried to frame me for the murder she committed, but I'm sure that won't happen again. After all, everyone knows the great detective Luke Atmey would never stoop so low. I hope these lessons have been helpful, and that you listened to them good. You're gonna need them...
...'cause it looks like we're in this for the long haul.
Examine the congealed slime on the victim. Compare it with the mess in the kitchen, as well as fish from the lake.
Check the busted fire extinguisher in the kitchen. Compare it against the head wound.
Check the pristine painting in the kitchen.
Check the wax in the oven. Try to determine what the wood platter is about.
Check the busted fire extinguisher in the kitchen. Compare it against the head wound.
Check the pristine painting in the kitchen.
Check the wax in the oven. Try to determine what the wood platter is about.
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Something has happened!
The following Bond Power has been unlocked from everyone's efforts during Night 1.
New bond Powers
The following Bond Power has been unlocked from everyone's efforts during Night 1.
New bond Powers
- Mona - Silver Frame - Crash Test Dummy III - As someone who's died and lived and died again, many times, Mona can be asked to possess a body, or a suitable stand-in for a body, and perform KG physics experiments from a first person perspective. She'll then give an assessment on whether it would match the victim's experience and current state, and suggest certain experimental adjustments that a host could not. This power can be used repeatedly, but its effectiveness lessens with each use.
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You examine the slime, it smells of spicy, salted fish, and you compare it to the mess in the kitchen, and the mess by the ice lake. You somewhat find a closer match with the mess in front of the fridge, which appears to have been wiped, and then burned, which caused it to dry up. Nonetheless, some streaks of it are fresher under the fridge, and that stench is recognisable. It reminds you of... surströmming.
The small kitchen fire extinguisher is not a match for the wound. It appears the tag on the extinguisher has been checked properly for months, and it was fully functional tonight. However... it's been ruptured from the inside. You recall that extreme heat can cause extinguishers to explode, which kind of negates their effectiveness.
You examine the painting, turning it over like an expert art appraiser, when really you're just examining it for weirdness. It's a surreal painting that has a well-painted box of Malboro cigarettes in the center of a plain cream background, captioned with slightly cursive black text that says "Ceci n'est pas une boîte de Marlboro rouges". There's a handgun concealed in the back of the painting, and stuck in the frame is an ashen business card, almost completely burned unlike the painting around it.
You check the mess around the oven. It seems to be the remains of a burnt French dips platter, and the candle-wax is quite standard. There's a pile of candle-wax near the oven and platter, but splattered wax above and on the ceiling. You don't need an autopsy report to know that one poor candle was definitely blown apart.
Lee Chaolan
Oh, excellent!
Investigate the Hollow Tree, particularly to see if anything has been thrown in or damaged.
Investigate the Armory, checking the swords in particular.
Investigate the Armory, checking the swords in particular.
Just to be on the safe side, check the wound against a/the faberge clock.
Get a blacklight from wherever they are and look around in the terminal with it.
Get a blacklight from wherever they are and look around in the terminal with it.
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You examine the Hollow Tree, top to bottom. You note a frayed wire hanging from a clock hand that's been staked into the top of the wall closer towards the east entrance, and in the center of the Tree Roots, a smashed Faberge Clock. One of the mansions most expensive items, and a one of a kind, it now lays in shards, gears, and springs in a pile of dirt.
You examine the Armory. This place has been ransacked quite thoroughly. It's hard to tell at a glance what's exactly missing, but you can at least tell in past, someone organised these unsafe weapons for one to tell at a glance if broad types of weaponry have been disturbed. The swords, obviously, have been touched. Other kinds of items that have been disturbed include shields, axes, spears, foam weapons, and flails, which the organiser couldn't decide function as axes or weird spears.
You grab a fake clock replica from a strange cupboard of worthless Faberge clock replicas in the Horology studio that manifests for this examination, while KBB stares at you like this.
You compare the clock to the victim's wound, and its not a match either.
You grab a darklight torch from the Dark Lab, and scan the Terminal. It doesn't seem like there's any trace of paranormal residue in here. The scorch marks and frozen ice on the victims body don't react either, but the slime somewhat does.
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Now there's a cautionary tale, if I've ever seen one. Poor two-left-footed girl convinced herself watching her step was for chumps when she could leave the spirit world after a grand total of 11 seconds. But, all it took was one spectral malefactor to leave her potentially locked in that world for good when she could have avoided it with a bit more care. This is why dying is never worth it, not even once. That's my one bit of free advice, it could save your life one day.
Oh well, she's got an entire afterlife to dwell on her mistakes and we've only got 48 hours to fix them. Let's do some cop's job for him, shall we?
When it felt like the train lag wasn't kicking my ass anymore, I got out of my room to see Lupin the Third and Lulu the Theurgist do the same. Lulu joined me as I walked downstairs to the Maintenance Hub, and I just as quickly left her as I went down to the basement. I might have caught whisperings from some of you about some loot in the Smuggler's Hideout, and when I took a peek, sure enough...
THREE, count 'em, THREE treasure chests! Sure, sure, any one of them could have had enough gold and jewels to earn me an instant retirement, but think about the office storage potential of the chests themselves! They've been jacking up the prices for shelves and bins at Staples, you know!
They were each encased in a block of ice, and I could have melted all three of them, but I figured I only had the room to take one home with me, so...middle, it is. So, when all's said and done, I had to go over to the Cinder Mine to chip off a piece of red-hot coal with my sledgehammer, bring it over to the hideout with a pair of tongs, and dump the rock onto one of the icy prisons to let it melt. It was going to be a while, sure, but I was content to dream of the maaaany tax records I could keep in that chest until then.
I meet again with Lulu at the bottom of the stairs, who was carrying some documents and a glowing, maybe radioactive tube. Counting myself lucky that I remembered my anti-radioactivity supplement pills this morning, we climbed the stairs together, and at the top I saw...
HIM! Lee Chaolan, at last! I had been working up some theories on the spirit-hunting possibilities of Violet System's Combots for quite some time (Exorcots? Supernaturots??), so I was striking gold to run into him here, in all the paranormal conferences in all the world. So, we did what any two businessmen would do at a chance meeting like this: We shook hands. We exchanged business cards. And we locked eyes and formed a psychic connection with one another over the oceans of fucking money we could make. Or, at least, that's what it felt like on my end. Networking, gives you the tingles.
After we went our separate ways, my next task was to head to the Garage to grab myself a nice two-foot wrench to protect my-IIII mean patch up any leaks I happen upon. I mean, I needed to be ready in a building that probably had maintenance last done on it half a century ago, shit could happen at any time. Flow, even. Plumbing contingencies aside, a prospective client messaged me earlier requesting a certain blueprint from the Drafting Studio, so I attended to that, all the while dealing with that nosy Lulu following me into the room.
I left after her, figuring I still needed to do a more thorough examination of the Graveyard. What struck me as odd was that most of the tombstones were completely smooth, not even any inscriptions on them...as if they were just there for the decor. Even a cheap haunted attraction at an amusement park would have bothered with some boring crap like "Here lies Disemboweled Diana". I went over to the mausoleum to see if there was anything worth bothering with about that, and as I was peeking through a crack, that bony busybody Vigil came by to warn me to not go in without his permission or something like that. Whatever, respecting their customs is a key element of human-spirit relations, just gotta be sure he's not looking when I go grave-digging.
Figuring I'd make a nice vegetable soup later, I walked around to the Garden to fetch some crops, and afterwards went over to the Workshop to grab some tools, as per my client's request. While I was there, I was being stared at by....
Yeesh, Albina. And I thought I've acquired a getting-spooked immunity at this point. Reminded me of that one Dim Souls boss that took 6 hours for me to beat....
Something about her gaze took away the rest of my energy for the night, so I went to bed, praying that her mask didn't have the eyeholes necessary for her to remember my face and hunt me down like a rabbit.
....Wait,
I forgot to come back to the treasure in the HideoUT SON OF A BITCH
GADD RESEARCH FACILITY, SCAVENGER ACTIVITY -- NIGHT 1
TOPAZ WING, FIRST FLOOR
- Jaw (Thanos) was locked in a passionate mating ritual with the wheeled machine in the garage. It looked rather intense and I didn't want to intrude. Qibli made sure to inform me that the device is called a "car", and that, allegedly, there exist certain colloquial expectations in this realm dealing with dragons and their reactions to "cars". I don't know anything about that, or how it relates to what Jaw was doing to that vehicle. All I can say is that I wish I could unsee the things I have witnessed in here tonight.
EMERALD WING, FIRST FLOOR
- Found no one in Emerald Wing at this time.
AMETHYST WING, FIRST FLOOR
- The Symbiote (Lyra) was active in the Workshop and Container yard, moving things around with some kind of cargo moving device. It left briefly, then returned with a handheld light fixture. I was able to observe her up close while walking outside to the frozen lake together. It displayed no signs of overt aggression at the time, being too preoccupied with pushing its cargo. I watched it carve a larger hole into the lake while pursuing my own work in this outside area.
- Found no one in Sapphire Wing at this time.
- Found a lone bottle of wine sitting abandoned in the parlor, possibly placed there by one of the scavengers. This indicates hoarding behavior, similar to squirrels.
- Pick (Lulu) entered the Parlor some time after I arrived. Before I could observe it in this environment however, a loud explosion from the kitchen shakes the room. It startled the scavenger, who exited towards the east.
- Mona, likely coming from the kitchen at the time, rushed through the Parlor in a state of panic. She quickly exited towards the east, after Pick.
- Slinky (Lupin) was lying passed out in the kitchen, an alarming quantity of water in its lungs at the time. It must have been trying to drink from the nearby sink--likely too hastily on account of its vitamin deficiency that causes its odd posture--and rendered itself unconscious. Unsurprisingly, as is typical for this Gadd-run operation, there was no one nearby to supervise this poor creature that clearly cannot moderate its own fluid intake. So it fell to me to resuscitate the little fellow. I was unfortunately unable to sit with it and attempt to treat its obvious malnourishment, but there were more pressing matters at the time. I hope to have some more time with this creature in the future, so it can learn to drink properly without hurting itself.
- No encounters in the West Gallery, but the room had been defaced with graffiti.
- Thought I spotted some horrid Animus device in the Library, but it turned out to be a piano. I smashed it anyway, just to be certain.
- Pick (Lulu) had moved into the Library by the time I arrived, holding a book. Can scavengers read? Or did someone train it to imitate the action? Perhaps this is a form of mimicry, like with some species of birds. We ended up leaving the room together and taking the elevator. I examined the horn-like protrusion on its head. Oddly, it seems to be soft?
- Found no one in Topaz Wing at this time.
- Met with Tempest, Striker, and Silverfish (Jack) in the Foyer, as we had discussed prior. There, we battled Gadd's spectral enforcer. The details of this encounter are inconsequential for this document. I will formulate a separate report for it at a later time.
- Tempest and Silverfish were rendered unconscious. To minimize casualties, I had Striker grab Silverfish while I took Tempest and we fled. I carried Tempest back to his domicile and then retired for the night.
WINTER:
Gadd's foolish actions have now lead to the death of the very scavenger he appointed as the facility's safety mascot.
Such frivolity! I won't rest until this irresponsible operation is shut down and that lunatic punished. I'll tie the noose myself.
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Surströmming? I would say we have a gourmand among our company, but anyone who would waste such a delicacy has no respect for culinary creations! It wouldn't have hurt you to save some of it for the dining table... I, on the other hand, am a genuine epicure. The la-mew-ntable lack of catering during our long hours spent idling outside of the complex left me famished, and so I deigned to find a suitable meal myself.
...oh, don't look at me so warily. As if I would raid the Kitchen and settle for dining upon what remained Gadd's final meal. No, neither his scraps nor the victuals stored in that Cellar would suit my tastes. I desired the freshest, and the freshest I devoured at the Icy Lake!
Testimony
Having in mind a night of lakeside dining, I departed the Old Bedrooms for the Coatroom to obtain a coat. As refreshing as a frigid breeze may be, I had no intention of leaving myself exposed to the elements while the murderously-inclined scurried about. After swaddling myself in proper attire, I proceeded to take the east stairs to the basement floor. I prowled the basement's passages, hunting for the sole gofer of Gadd's to show a shred of initiative. Hardly any time at all passed before I encountered Tanner exiting the Cinder Mine. You needn't know the matters we discussed - only that this Gadd la-mew-ntably neglected the true potential of his most productive gofer. I look quite furr-ward to our collaboration. What a pleasure it was to feel that magnificent scythe of yours~.
Shortly after encountering Tanner, I ascended to the second floor, having business in its Ruby Wing. That Tyrian-clad Victor (Power Flotzo) received me as I entered the Dining Room, far more promptly than the censer who showed us into the complex. I proceeded into the Kitchen after a brief exchange. The slimy ooze lying before the fridge was an impressive touch. Striking, yet subdued - truly laudable. If only our mystery stylist possessed the self-restraint to stop there... There is a substantial gulf between "tastefully weathered" and "incoherent disarray", you know.
After obtaining a knife, I returned to the Dining Room. Victor had departed, but now that MCD figure, the Fancy Phantom (Boo1268) himself, and that musclebound parrot (Lee Chaolan) were milling about. The parrot accompanied me to the West Gallery, where I had intended to inspect the artwork... which was apparently not to his tastes, seeing as how he defaced the paintings within. Leaving him to his graffiti, I crossed the Library and Kiln Room. I wouldn't have taken you for one to sculpt, Victor. So moved by our meeting that you went to fire a sculpture of me in the kiln? How flattering, nya~hahahaaa!
I'll spare the details of my uneventful descent. I returned to the first floor, passing into the Workshop. As I entered, Sunshine (Albina) scurried into the Container Yard. I followed, but she had already departed as I passed through to the grounds. At the conclusion of my leisurely outdoor stroll, I indulged in a spot of ice fishing at the Icy Lake. Another invitee must have visited beforehand; they had imprecisely carved a second hole into the ice and left water strewn about its edges.
While I awaited a bite, I thought to appraise the complex's exterior - and aren't we all oh-so-fortunate I followed my peerless intuition! I had an unclear, distant view of the Terminal, where a figure lurked. A second figure descended to the grounds on a wire, and some time after, a third figure descended.
I hardly could have anticipated someone would hang from that very means of egress at a point after, so I returned my attention to satiating my hunger the very moment I felt the twitch on my line. You can see the remains of that delicious, exquisitely-fresh trout for yourselves. After stripping my meal to its bones, I retired to the Old Bedrooms.