Final Investigation

[petoskeymods]

FINAL INVESTIGATION

Friday starts as usual, with everyone waking up and starting to move about. The morning is cool, with the last bits of the night's dew starting to evaporate in the early sunlight. But as the living campers start to move about, they will notice two important details:

One: the zombie campers are nowhere to be found.

Two: there is a note pinned to the front door of the lodge that reads "It's time. Investigate the camp, find out the truth. Why are you here, and what do you need to do to leave? We will be at the campfire tomorrow at noon."

Well then. It's time to get to work.

BASE EVIDENCE: ???
CAMPERS REMAINING: 7


REMEMBER: every living camper needs 15 comments minimum in this post to qualify for 'good end'!

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[homeecspacecop]

[Chuuta doesn't want to be That Guy, so he's not going to suggest they raid Red's closet.]

I'll check the computer.

[fallbymyhands]

[GOOD CHUUTA]

[Mitsuru takes one look around the room, before her gaze falls on the closet]

When we are ready, allow me to investigate her closet.

[. . . she doesn't say it but the implication is there: because it'd be inappropriate for you two to do so]

[ANYWAY, for now, she'll follow Chuuta to the computer!]

[soylentprotag]

... Yes. We seem to get most of our information from computers and files.

[So starting with that seems like a good bet. Lenka is going to allow the other two to operate it if they want to, because while he’s more or less gotten the hang of these SUPER RETRO laptops and things they’re probably still quicker than he is at navigating these interfaces. He’ll pause for a moment just to nod at Mitsuru’s assessment of the closet......]

—And we’ll be counting on you when it’s time, Kirijo.

[So what’s the lowdown on Red’s desktop here.]

[petoskeymods]

[Well to begin with, Red's computer has an interesting wallpaper. Hmm.

The group can also find the information in this tag in a 'readme.txt' file on her computer. Just so they have that knowledge.

Besides that, on the desktop there is a folder titled 'interviews' and a messenger program with a little '1' over it, denoting a waiting message.

Where to begin?]

[homeecspacecop]

[Chuuta is taking control of this mission he's a space cop he knows what he's doing.

Clicking that messenger program because there's an unread message there.]

[fallbymyhands]

[gladly giving Chuuta the reins right now. she'll continue watching him work over his shoulder!]

[soylentprotag]

[Definitely leaning over to read more closely, because this is a lot of information at once and it feels like they’re finally getting to the heart of the matter, or at least the heart of the matter as Red perceives it. It might be important, if she’ll be one of the ones judging tomorrow.]

Hmm. So that’s the real logo... [I’m going to assume they managed to speed through the readme.txt too] I knew there was a containment protocol, but this makes it sound like that’s the main mission.

[...]

Protecting humanity, or something.

[There’s the briefest bitterness there, actually, but it’s mostly thoughtful.]

[petoskeymods]

[It certainly leaves more questions.

Anyway there's only one conversation available today: one with someone named 'dog'. The only message visible in the messenger is one that was sent at about the same time the door was opened.]

Hello :)

[homeecspacecop]

[That's when we opened the door, Chuuta!]

[Drew says, as Chuuta leans back with a little yelp of surprise.]

What do we say?

[fallbymyhands]

[DOG. . .]

We should respond as Red would, just in case. Perhaps simply say "hello" in response?

[soylentprotag]

Dog... was in her phone. I think she was friendly with them. It should be okay.

[Lenka’s really just trying to reassure everyone because to be frank, Fenrir somehow still operated on e-mails despite being an international futuristic scientific paramilitary organization with enough bioweapons to take over the world. Hm. The point is, he does not know how to wield an instant messenger.]

Just, ah, keep it simple?

[Time for ecats-style Red RP.]

[homeecspacecop]

[OKAY HE CAN HANDLE THIS]

Hi

[petoskeymods]

How is everyone doing over there?

[homeecspacecop]

[Chuuta! Drew wants to answer!]

Huh? You can't type.

[Just type what Drew says!]

... okay.

[So, he does.]

As well as can be expected. How are things on your end?

[He doesn't send it yet, waiting for Mitsuru and Lenka's opinions.]

[petoskeymods]

I can't complain. They treat me well here. Better than most.

I am sorry for that, by the way. Talking alone does not seem to be working. Action may need to be taken.

[Yes, that is sent without Chuuta sending his response.]

[fallbymyhands]

[. . . . . . . UH]

Are we-- [she jerks away from the computer, hand immediately going to the hilt of her sword as she examines the room]

We're being watched.

[soylentprotag]

[Lenka nods, and although he doesn’t immediately go for his weapon the way Mitsuru does (they are a bit in close quarters for that), there’s new tension running through his frame, watchful and unhappy.]

We’ve always been watched. Even here. But...

[Does that mean Dog is now talking directly to them? What’s the purpose of this? He straightens a little and looks around the room.]

Are you talking to Red? Or to us?

[Chuuta-and-Drew are free to continue Red text RP while Lenka talks to thin air...]

[petoskeymods]

Just the three of you right now.

I would say 'four' but I can't hear the fourth.

[homeecspacecop]

[Chuuta yelps a little at the text and pulls his hands away from the keyboard.]

We can't hear you either. [He snaps back, a little too quickly but... well, whoever Dog is caught them all off guard.]

Who are you?

[fallbymyhands]

[UNSURE. . .]

And do you wish to help us?

[soylentprotag]

[At this point Lenka doesn’t know where to look, and it feels a little silly just talking to the ceiling, so he’ll direct his attention back to the chat window in full. He’ll still be speaking aloud, though.]

You’ve been watching the camp.

[petoskeymods]

Not the whole time. Red is a dear friend of mine, and I peek in on her sometimes.

She talks to me, you know. About all of you, and how unfair this all is.

I do agree with her but what I can do about it has always been limited.

Perhaps it is time for me to act, though.

[homeecspacecop]

[No answer for him, which just makes Chuuta more annoyed. But he holds that annoyance in for a moment and listens to Drew.]

[Ask him what he's going to do?]

What are you going to do? And how can we help you?

[fallbymyhands]

[Mitsuru notices that he doesn't answer Chuuta's question. so she reiterates]

And can you give us your name?

[soylentprotag]

[Lenka figures the other two have the questioning more or less covered. And overall, he’s never been particularly good with the interrogation side of things. Trials, recon, all kinds of things. Instead:]

We want to help Red, and all those who have passed through this camp. If you can do anything...

There are three days left.