Final Investigation.

[trustfellows]

Friday morning dawns like the rest of the week before it, with the chiming of the clock and the doors to the kitchen unlocking; once again, there's no announcement from Jericho, and everything seems to be largely quiet. Noticeably quiet, really, given that there are only eight of you left. However, quiet tends to be a good thing around here, overall; it means you're free to go about your business like you usually would. There are a couple of things to note, however, as your morning proceeds onward and begins to creep into afternoon. The first is that Rin's unlockable box has started making a strange mechanical whirring sound. The second is that sometime slightly after noon, the power to the building suddenly and abruptly goes out, casting everything into darkness. Interesting.

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[trustfellows]

[Immediately writing starts appearing on the page, one letter at a time as if someone is writing it.]

HELLO!

[So uh, that's a thing.]

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Oh what the fuck. ]

Hello! I'm not Hilda!

[ She'll... write... back... ]

[trustfellows]

WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

[matchbreaker]

I'm Elda Marker.

I'm so sorry, I missed this somehow

[trustfellows]

HELLO! IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU! HOW ARE YOU DOING?

[matchbreaker]

I'm a little tense, actually. What about you?

[trustfellows]

I'M OKAY! I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT!

[matchbreaker]

Oh yeah?

Who are you, do you mind me asking?

[trustfellows]

MY NAME'S ZISKA!

[matchbreaker]

Are you Hilda and Alena's friend?

[trustfellows]

YES I AM!

[matchbreaker]

Jericho's too?

[trustfellows]

WHO IS THAT?

[matchbreaker]

He's the guy running the show here. Talks way too much? Flippant? Always goes on about bad people?

[notaccurate]

[What the fuck.

Luca's using the scope again, this time looking around the whole room. Can he see any ghosts around? Because that's what he thinks is writing in that notebook.]

[trustfellows]

[Nope, no ghosts here! It just seems like the notebook is somehow being written in. Or maybe it's writing itself. How spooky!!]

[notaccurate]

[]

There are no ghosts here, who is responding to you?

[matchbreaker]

The ghost could be haunting the book? Didn't you say there was something up with it?

[notaccurate]

It has...veins? That's what it looks like. But, ah, made of fibers? So veins, if a book were to naturally have something like that.

[matchbreaker]

... So it'd bleed?

[ SHE THINKS SHE GETS IT??? ]

[notaccurate]

Maybe it will bleed ink.

But try talking to it first.

[matchbreaker]

Do you wanna try?

[notaccurate]

What, try talking to the book?

[matchbreaker]

Yes...?

[notaccurate]

...well I suppose it couldn't hurt.

[So he will give it a try.]

Hello, this is Luca.