GAME OVER (S██'s Palace)

[pointzeropercent]

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[speedingticket]

[ Hmm... That's disappointing.

Just to try. Rutile is going to get up to his feet, take a few steps back, and then throw himself at the door in a body slam.

Not that his twinky self will be able to manage much, but, ]

[pointzeropercent]

[That's going to hurt. The door is metal.]

[speedingticket]

Ow—!

[ Rubbing his shoulder... That's going to bruise for sure.

Speaking into the dark room: ]

We can't break out. The door is very sturdy and made of metal.

[ ...

Wait, why is this room's door made of metal...

Anyway, now he is going to start walking along the perimeter of the room where he can, dragging his hand along the wall as he does, briefly seeing if he can feel anything on it or hanging on it. ]

[pointzeropercent]

[It feels like a normal door, though the hinges are on the outside to prevent escaping. Nothing else is on it or in it, besides the lock right beneath the doorknob. It looks like a fairly standard "insert key to unlock", so looking for a key might be wise.

Right about here is when the lamp is turned on, by the way.]

[speedingticket]

[ Look for a key, got it.

As the lights flick on, Rutile looks at the walls, then. Anything on them? Any windows? ]

[pointzeropercent]

[There are no windows, but there is a mirror!]

[speedingticket]

[ Anything out of the ordinary about the mirror? ]

[pointzeropercent]

[Depends, are you stepping up and looking at the reflection?]

[speedingticket]

[ Yes! ]

[pointzeropercent]

[You see a familiar person with a green beanie and a red spotted scarf in the reflection.

The scarf is pulled back just far enough to reveal a collar around his neck. He looks concerned in the reflection too, like he's just discovered something scary.]

[speedingticket]

[ Oh no. Oh no. The pieces are coming together and this isn't good.

If Rutile has any control over the reflection, he'll try to touch the collar. If not, he'll lean forward to see if he can see anything significant on it. ]

[pointzeropercent]

[When Rutile reaches up, the reflection reaches up, touching the collar. If Rutile leans in close, he will see that it is primarily made of wires, with a small grey box with a display screen at one spot in the front.]

[speedingticket]

[ What does the display screen show? ]

[pointzeropercent]

[Nothing at the moment. It is blank.]

[speedingticket]

[ ...Hm. Okay. Making a mental note of this and hopefully before the closet woman shows up, he turns to the rest and says finally: ]

I think we'll need a key to get out. Please look for one if you can.

[prozaic]

[Wanders here with a key in hand.]

Let's see if this one works, hm?

[speedingticket]

Oh, you've got it! [ Rutile smiles and claps his hands together! ]

Please do! Thank you, Shalem.

[prozaic]

[He gives Rutile a nod, ignoring the closet woman and the commotion around her go give the key a try!]

[pointzeropercent]

[The key goes into the lock! With one turn, the door is now unlocked!

He might want to listen to this before leaving though.]

[prozaic]

[So basically: be wary of everyone. Of course. Ugh.

He swings the door open.]

Everyone, it's time to go.

Room of Panic

[pointzeropercent]

[It's time to move forward.

Down the hall the group walks, down and down, until they reach the end of the next doorway. And once they step through, they will find a group of people. Some of them look terrified, others confused. But there is one uniting factor among all of them: they all have the same collar on that 'Sou' has been wearing since the day he arrived in Nekiya.

What will you do?]

[emptyself]

[ well soujuurou is not doing much here other than sticking to the wall and being a bit of a wallflower. ]

[destage]

[baseball slides in six hours late with starbucks--

Anyway uh. Sayaka is taking a look at this group of people and analyzing them briefly. She's not sure if it's an entirely good idea to approach, but are they getting violent with each other...?]

...What do you guys think we should do?

[Sayaka will look to the group, briefly.]

[beathollow]

( are they talking about anything? looking at anything? )

[emptyself]

[ steeling himself, soujuurou goes to the group of people, timidly speaking up to someone. ]

Um... hello.