Escape.

[trustmods]

All things considered, everything has gone very well for you all, hasn't it? Twenty-two people died, but thirty people will leave this building. Congratulations, you all deserve it. Though with that said, you still need to find the way out. For those of you who explored the floors in the closed wing of the building during the final investigation, you might have noticed that there were two floors you didn't explore, below the one Sol and Weiss investigated. That might be a good place to start. Once more, for old time's sake. >Explore?

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[withabigsmile]

I can go grab my pickaxe?

[midnightsea]

...Just get out of my way.

[really, guys.]

[withabigsmile]

[...She is okay with this development.]

I'm rooting for you!

[And backing away from the door. Go for it, buddy.]

[midnightsea]

[well, B was the first one she went for, so let's start with that.]

[...as much as he badly wanted to punch something, it would probably be easier to kick it. So he took a step forward, made a vague attempt at estimating how thick the door itself was...]

[and kicked it as hard as he could with a single snapped MUDA--old habits, you know]

[trustmods]

[LUCKY FOR YOU, you will not break your foot and that door is definitely going to break. Congratulations, you've gained access to room B!]

[withabigsmile]

Go Dio! ♥

[Now that's more like it! Alright, what's in here?]

[trustmods]

[The inside of the room is lined with... tables? Yep, those look like the tables from the conference room. There's a lot of stuff on the tables and it all looks very... dangerous. So be careful!]

[withabigsmile]

[...What kind of stuff? Weapon stuff? Don't stick your hand in the acid stuff?]

[trustmods]

[Weapon stuff. The ones closest to you appear to be those swords from the machine.]

[withabigsmile]

[Swords, huh.

Are the pickaxes and butterfly knives and other weapons here too?]

[rickdiculous]

[Wait, so this is all machine bull? What else could one find if they move down the table?]

[istheindustry]

[So Dal is going to not be a mod for thirty seconds because she understands that there are weapons in here and Reaver really, really wants his gun.

...Swear to god if Kimblee dismantled it.]

[perpend]

[Whiiile we're here.

Cabanela had a gun on him when he was brought here. Is that still around? Hopefully in one piece...?]

[mortyfied]

[...if someone were to look around elsewhere in the room, would they find anything else of note or is it just the tables of questionably dangerous weapons?]

[trustmods]

[It's all weapons in here. Dear god. This is a lot of weapons.]

[midnightsea]

[YOU KNOW WHAT]

[WHY STOP THERE, WANTON VIOLENCE IS GREAT THERAPY]

Let's just get right to the point for the other one, shall we?

[...i'm so sorry, poor door A, but you're getting muda'd.]

[crimsonchin]

Geez, is that all it took to break through that thing? If it weren't for those damn rules...

[ It's the closest thing to "good job" you'll get from her. ]

[midnightsea]

At least we don't have to be concerned about it now.

[trustmods]

[Same verse, same as the first. Door A is open!]

[shuttermouse]

[ Time to investigate, then! What's in here? ]

[trustmods]

[Junk! No really, there are a lot of boxes in here and while they're all neatly stacked on the tables - same setup as room B - there doesn't seem to be much of value in the ones that are open...

...There's some cloth in an open box. Care to check that out?]

[ninehundredlives]

Excellent. Thank you, Dio.

[That's something she never thought she'd say.

Okay, what's in THIS room?]

[nankurunaisa]

Thanks, Dio.

[Words she never thought she'd say! But she was waiting outside with Susan so she'll come right along with her.]

[housenurse]

[man, if everyone's finding stuff, she ought to go looking herself! she doesn't own much, so she's mostly hoping there's some kind of fluke and they managed to snag a goku uniform or a DTR or something fun like that.

instead, she finds something a lot better.

at least this time, when she's crying, she's smiling.]

[announcemyvictory]

Ah, is that something of yours? [Elise looks up from... are those seedlings for cocoa plants? No one's going to be able to plant those in Not-Germany, why are they here.]