LAST INVESTIGATION

[parasomniacs]

Week 8

Friday

Ten participants wake up in the participant staff rooms this morning. It's the first Friday in a while that there isn't a decrease in their numbers - though not without other costs: Two of the hostages have been lost. There's still that last motive hanging over their heads, an unconventional one. Can they handle the challenge?

It's quiet... too quiet...

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[devilsnight]

[.......................................

is

is it alive]

[parasomniacs]

[The cat looks at Top Dollar blankly. It appears to be breathing.]

[devilsnight]

[...he has created life and that is fucking terri- ...wait.]

...Oh, son of a bitch.

[He is going to go over to one of the other pods - the ones that seemed potentially person-sized from earlier.

>PRINT]

This had better be another goddamn cat in a stupidly big pod. Or maybe a huge fuckin' cat, I'd tolerate a huge fuckin' cat.

[parasomniacs]

[Smoke fills the pod again. The object resembles the silhouette of a beautiful woman... a beautiful woman with very thick legs... okay wait no now it's obvious--

It's a large ballgown.]

[devilsnight]

[...Oh. Hey, Beato's dress. That is so much better than it had potential to be.

So the description up there said that you can input commands on this as well. What sort of commands are we looking at, or do you have to manually type them in?]

[inordertobelieve]

[ ...... what did he just walk in on. There's... a cat and a dress and lots of printers and he's still carrying a severed animatronic woman's head and honestly he didn't ask for this. ]

... did anything here print actual paper too?

[ He'll... show more interest in the rest later but he's so 100% done with the day already that it's 'one task first, rest later' mentality. ]

[devilsnight]

Oh, thank fuck you're here - I made a cat earlier.

[Vague...absent pointing in the direction of Sakura and Murr while he's still working out what to do with the controls over here.]

But yeah, before the cat happened I got some weirdass messages about how the sheep is some sort of - ...ah, hell, just look at it.

[He'll pass over what you inadvertently faxed to him earlier, Mikami, there you go.]

[parasomniacs]

[Now that Top Dollar is free of the burden of paper he can examine the monitor. There is a command line like a text adventure game. He can type things. The previous commands are all these distinct sequences of twenty-three numbers after which it says "input loaded". You can type whatever you want on the keyboard. Pressing enter by itself yields another sequence.]

[devilsnight]

[Well, okay, then, let's just -

103019949348228

uh fuck um

8675309

...........

4

BECAUSE WHY NOT, I SUPPOSE

>PRINT]

[inordertobelieve]

[ Okay he'll just... watch Top Dollar do this, staring intently at the printer. Please don't let this be weird. It'll be weird. ]

Do you have any clue what you're doing?

[devilsnight]

[...he just entered the date of the last devil's night he remembers, the year everything went completely fucking cattywampus, his detroit zip code, the digits from an 80s one-hit wonder, and a random 4 just because

does he look like he knows what he's doing]

Of fuckin' course I know what I'm doing.

[inordertobelieve]

[ Cool, he has his documents. Great. He'll look the papers over and this is indeed what he wanted. ]

I printed this. The notes were opened at the computer over there.

[ ... stuffing the papers under the same arm as severed bot head now and--- ]

.... you made the cat?

[devilsnight]

Sure as shit did. Pushed a button and there the little asshole was, just sittin' in one of these things.

[Meanwhile.]

[parasomniacs]

[A fishing pole is sitting in the thing smugly.]

[devilsnight]

[........................]

...Well, all right.

[Okay, okay, in all seriousness, let him...take the dress and the fucking fishing pole out of the thing and set them on the ground somewhere and then just let the thing randomly generate on its own - hit Enter, see what falls out. More random crap, or...]

[respring]

I guess these things print out our possessions? [ ... ] I think this trophy is Aki-chan's, actually.

[ She's got no idea about the card deck, sorry Shingo. ]

[devilsnight]

Looks like that's what it's for, yeah.

[Weird.]

...I think the cards belonged to that kid. Sawatari.

[parasomniacs]

[The next combination generates a large painting like a patron of the arts might have hanging over the mantleplace.]

[devilsnight]

[...Is this like. Conchita's. This looks pretentious enough to be Conchita's.]

...Keep playing with it if you want to.

[Knock yourself out, Sakura; this is fun and all, but is there anything else of any sort of significance in this room or have we found all of it?]

[respring]

I'm satisfied, but thank you.

[ what if it prints out something dangerous. she's not taking the risk. ]