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[andeatit]

[Once his exploring was done, he needed to get down to business.]

Somehow, it seems we've all ended up in a very strange place. I would like to figure out how as well as a way out, but as one of us is dangerous, it's best if we all meet first. If you see this, please reply. Once we have enough people to make it safe to meet, we'll agree on a room. Until then, pleasre be careful not to venture out too far alone.

[It obviously wasn't safe for just two people to meet, so it would take at least three.]

Do the creep.

[takethecake]

[At the beginning of day two and closer to sunrise than midnight, somebody will be wandering around the halls with the Master Bedroom computer wrapped up in a bathrobe for easy transport. He won't open any closed bedroom doors but he will be testing the computer in the bedroom hallway, the laundry room, the office, and the dining room.

He also snoops through any clothing still left by that time in the laundry room and takes a spoon, a mug, a bag of sugar, and tea bags from the pantry before retreating to the Master Bedroom walk-closet.

Sneaking up might not be very effective but he won't show signs of hearing anybody coming or looking unless they seem to want to be noticed.

All of this will take just under 30 minutes.


Update: L screams in his thread with Ryuk. Others would probably hear it if they're near the walk-in closet.]

Where is it?!

[airlynx]

 [A large form stalked through the house, cradling its head gingerly. A headache was nothing new, and Atsushi knew from experience that it was the kind you got from a hangover. The more he thought about it, though, he couldn't remember drinking anything the night before--but then again, weren't blackouts for him a common occurrence? He thought that was so. He thought--no, it hurt to think. 

It was a miracle he'd found the map lying next to him upon waking, but using it was a whole nother ballgame. All he managed to get from it was that the kitchen was somewhere leftish, before throwing it back on the floor without bothering to see if there was anything on the back. 

He threw open some of the kitchen cabinets and squinted into the darkness before groaning in disappointment. What kind of house didn't have some sake in it to help remedy his headache? 

After throwing open the door to every cubpoard and cabinet he could lay his beady eyes on, he was forced to face the truth. Without bothering to close the now gaping doors, he lumbered back in the general direction from which he had come, leaving naught but a string of curse words in his wake.]