When I'm god, everyone dies

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Wednesday morning is off to a strange start. Anyone awake shortly after the morning chimes go off will be greeted with the mildly bizarre sight of candles set up in rows along the hallways; they seem to be forming a path leading somewhere upstairs. It seems your friends are still looking out for you. It also seems like they're probably doing it for a good reason, because... ...Is that something burning? It smells like something may have been burning in the ballroom at one point during the night. You might want to. Look into that. >Explore?

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[trustmods]

[Hard to say; he could be anywhere from a particularly awesome-looking early forties to a kind of a rough-looking mid-thirties, but it's somewhere around that general age bracket.]

[withabigsmile]

[NAME: [REDACTED]
OCCUPATION: Headmaster of Graceside Academy
AGE: 42]

...Mister Conductor?

[...Okay you know what, we're doing full RPG here, she is looting this corpse.

What's in his pockets?]

[trustmods]

[It looks like there are a couple of keys in here; they look brass as opposed to the usual silver, so presumably not dormitory keys.

Otherwise, it doesn't look like he's carrying much. No ID or anything, no weapons, and nothing too valuable.]

[withabigsmile]

[...Floor seven rooms, Blue's coming for you.]