First.

[trustmods]

Most of the week has come and gone in relative peace; it's an uneasy peace, but the fact is that it exists, and sometimes that's the most one can ask for. Friday dawns like the rest of the week before it – the clock chimes the hour at seven, the doors to the kitchen and the mail room unlock and swing partially ajar of their own volition, and the building is quiet. Perhaps this week has passed relatively painlessly, and no one's decided to find out what your captor means by that last rule of his; perhaps the communal lifestyle has remained undisturbed, whether due to the lack of threat to everyone's well-being from any sort of outside source or just because no one sees a reason to push their luck. Or perhaps somebody decided to be a damn overachiever and take some initiative. Only one way to find out, isn't there? >Explore?

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[nankurunaisa]

[What is this doing here?

She'll pick that up first, looking it over, flipping through it, reading the summary. It can't possibly be a clue, that's what she tells herself...but she has to help somehow.

Still trying not to cry.]

[trustmods]

[It really is unfortunate, isn't it? Unfortunately, crying won't help Kaneki now. Would you like to keep looking around?]

[nankurunaisa]

[Why not.

It looks like Sol has called her over, so it's chair time and she'll head that way. Working as a team...the world is all one, unity mind♪.]

[trustmods]

[That chair is knocked over and it looks as though someone was grabbed out of it.]

[nankurunaisa]

[How the hell do you tell if someone was grabbed out of a chair. Is there a physical marking, or...

Does this require further investigation? Does she need to look at it critically, because she will.]

[trustmods]

[Have you ever jumped out of a chair? It falls straight back when you do that. But if you're fighting and pulled out of the chair, it lands on its side. That's what you're looking at here! There's nothing else to note about the chair.]