[ i cannot believe jason truly looked at cloud and went yeah i'll befriend him
anyway jason is also special because cloud does come a'knocking on his door not long after. could he have answered the message? yes maybe but also no because the typewriters are stupid ]
[It’s fine. Jason understands the taciturn brocode. He is frowning and looking rather severe when he opens the door. No smiley-jokey this time.
He steps back to give Cloud room to come inside.
It's about the worst bachelor room you would expect from an edgy city boy in his one room studio flat. The most surprising thing is--it's neat? Jason Todd is clean and, shockingly, organized. There's no mess, almost neurotically so.
The interior colors are muted and industrial, like greys, but there are a lot of clear instances of red--as if red is his favorite color, or something. The accents are all black. What do you know, it matches his top. Wild.
The bed is an iron-framed queen, just big enough to fit his stupid dorito body while also giving the impression he doesn't typically share. Just good ol' Jason Todd, alone. The sheets are red which is fitting, but after a while of looking at the room, it's evident it's because it's easier to hide blood stains with red. Probably. Nearby is a decent closet, the doors mirrored and expanding the depth of the room with illusion.
The desk is one that can be folded up against the wall to make more floor room; three guesses as to why a Bat needs extra space to move around. Right now, the desk is folded down, and the top has all the shit from the hotel neatly collected on it.
One wall has a pull-up bar near the ceiling and a fake flatscreen television on top of a short and wide bookcase. The shelves are filled with--WOW!!--books! Jason Todd reads! They are unfortunately all fake, but the titles are all worldly Earth classics. Jason Todd reads Pride and Prejudice. It's there. The adjacent wall has an assortment of fake display cases housing a variety of equally fake weaponry: guns, short swords, knives, you name it. Around them are framed posters of edgy motorcycles and American muscle cars.
The far wall has the only single window, a small thing that looks past a fire escape out onto a nighttime cityscape. Skyscrapers, lights. There is too much pollution to see most of the stars, and the moon is peeking out from behind a building. There is also... a cone of light shining on the sky with the silhouette of a bat emblazoned in the center. Hm.
[ because of the taciturn bro code, cloud does not make fun of jason's room. also because he spent all of redacted with a cot in a church, so he truly cannot judge anyone for their shitty bachelor lifestyles. "describe cloud's actual suite here" no.
but he does look at it even if he doesn't say anything about it. it's a lot of red. the bat symbol is incredibly stupid. he accepts both of these things because someone died. ]
Me neither. Doesn't mean I'm not annoyed. [ he looks at jason this time ] You didn't have any evidence in yours, but we investigated crime scenes on death day back in the Realm. Other places have it during the trials. From what I can see, either we've got nothing, or we'll see tomorrow.
[Thank you, Cloud, you are a bro. Who has no leg to stand on. But still.
He motions at the chair by the desk with a flick of his hand, as if giving Cloud permission to sit if he wants.]
The only evidence we got was what we found on or around the body when we finally got a hold of them. Sounds like we might have to see what tomorrow’s like.
Harrowhark said the gift shop floor was sticky. Something about how only three of them could tell. Haven't heard anything about where people might've found her. Tsurumaru was with her when they got stuck, though. Bunch of them were... in the elevator.
[Thinking about Hisoka in the elevator. Jason frowns, also judgmental.] Why would... Nevermind. I was in the armory with Aikawa and Bain. I wanted to see who all would try to hole up with the weapons. [He is not counting himself on purpose.]
Sticky... [He rubs his jaw and chin thoughtfully, then shakes his head.] Nah. Nothing.
Look, all I know is we didn't get shit. If you didn't look at the corpse, or where it was found, yourself, you had to trust whoever did to say something later at dinner. That's it. That's all we got.
The kind that might be relevant, or it might've been put there to mess with us.
[ but he'll expand after a short pause; ]
Had a dream that I was climbing a mountain in a snowstorm. Thought I was almost safe, and then I fell. Pretty sure the landing is the last thing I felt before I woke up.
[ he is having a good time. ]
Weirder thing is, Rupert ended up having the same one.
Yeah. Kid wants to bring it up as fast as he can in case it's relevant. I was gonna wait, but...
[ shrugs. like whatever. he is not going to fight rupert over it, because he did want to bring it up at Some point ]
... It's unlikely, but... it could be metaphorical, too. Flayn was stuck in an elevator when things got locked up. Maybe that's what she tried to climb out of.
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w0, friday….2
Meet me at my room.
[emergency meeting]
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anyway jason is also special because cloud does come a'knocking on his door not long after. could he have answered the message? yes maybe but also no because the typewriters are stupid ]
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He steps back to give Cloud room to come inside.
It's about the worst bachelor room you would expect from an edgy city boy in his one room studio flat. The most surprising thing is--it's neat? Jason Todd is clean and, shockingly, organized. There's no mess, almost neurotically so.
The interior colors are muted and industrial, like greys, but there are a lot of clear instances of red--as if red is his favorite color, or something. The accents are all black. What do you know, it matches his top. Wild.
The bed is an iron-framed queen, just big enough to fit his stupid dorito body while also giving the impression he doesn't typically share. Just good ol' Jason Todd, alone. The sheets are red which is fitting, but after a while of looking at the room, it's evident it's because it's easier to hide blood stains with red. Probably. Nearby is a decent closet, the doors mirrored and expanding the depth of the room with illusion.
The desk is one that can be folded up against the wall to make more floor room; three guesses as to why a Bat needs extra space to move around. Right now, the desk is folded down, and the top has all the shit from the hotel neatly collected on it.
One wall has a pull-up bar near the ceiling and a fake flatscreen television on top of a short and wide bookcase. The shelves are filled with--WOW!!--books! Jason Todd reads! They are unfortunately all fake, but the titles are all worldly Earth classics. Jason Todd reads Pride and Prejudice. It's there. The adjacent wall has an assortment of fake display cases housing a variety of equally fake weaponry: guns, short swords, knives, you name it. Around them are framed posters of edgy motorcycles and American muscle cars.
The far wall has the only single window, a small thing that looks past a fire escape out onto a nighttime cityscape. Skyscrapers, lights. There is too much pollution to see most of the stars, and the moon is peeking out from behind a building. There is also... a cone of light shining on the sky with the silhouette of a bat emblazoned in the center. Hm.
Enjoy.]
Well, I’m not surprised.
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but he does look at it even if he doesn't say anything about it. it's a lot of red. the bat symbol is incredibly stupid. he accepts both of these things because someone died. ]
Me neither. Doesn't mean I'm not annoyed. [ he looks at jason this time ] You didn't have any evidence in yours, but we investigated crime scenes on death day back in the Realm. Other places have it during the trials. From what I can see, either we've got nothing, or we'll see tomorrow.
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He motions at the chair by the desk with a flick of his hand, as if giving Cloud permission to sit if he wants.]
The only evidence we got was what we found on or around the body when we finally got a hold of them. Sounds like we might have to see what tomorrow’s like.
Did you talk to her?
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[ what a way to end the streak! tutorial victim! rip. ]
You?
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[Wonderful.]
For the record, we went through a lot of innocent people for voting. If that’s what’s happening tomorrow.
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[ which is honestly not bad if you ignore how many guilty parties were caught solely to save them ]
Tsurumaru's village got them right, but the camp was bad at it. According to him. So... we'll see.
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At least you had good odds. [His lips thin gently.] Great.
Let’s hope we have your luck and not the camp’s.
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[ ... gestures around them for emphasis. murder hotel. ]
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[HE IS BEGGING.]
Did anyone say anything to you? About finding her, or anything else? Looking around?
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[ he is a bit judgmental there. ]
I haven't found anything myself. You?
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Sticky... [He rubs his jaw and chin thoughtfully, then shakes his head.] Nah. Nothing.
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he shrugs ]
General guess so far has been sticky hands from the gift shop littering the floor. Not the most useful clue.
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[SHEESH.]
Maybe it's a place to start. Or something to keep in mind. I don't know. We never had handouts.
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Is "basic information to solve a murder" a handout now?
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Look, all I know is we didn't get shit. If you didn't look at the corpse, or where it was found, yourself, you had to trust whoever did to say something later at dinner. That's it. That's all we got.
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[ he is just saying. ]
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We weren’t great at catching Generals for a while, but I managed to cut one of the two after me. The found her out at trial.
But it didn’t matter because, yeah. The Generals were supposed to win to get us home.
[GREAT!!!!]
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[ he is unrepentant about reminding jason how much his game sucked, but he will be nice; ]
You have a dream last night?
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What kind of dream?
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[ but he'll expand after a short pause; ]
Had a dream that I was climbing a mountain in a snowstorm. Thought I was almost safe, and then I fell. Pretty sure the landing is the last thing I felt before I woke up.
[ he is having a good time. ]
Weirder thing is, Rupert ended up having the same one.
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No, I didn’t. [Have one, he means.] Weirdly specific dream to have between two people.
If it doesn’t look like Flayn has been anywhere with snow or ice, then maybe it’s just to fuck with us.
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[ shrugs. like whatever. he is not going to fight rupert over it, because he did want to bring it up at Some point ]
... It's unlikely, but... it could be metaphorical, too. Flayn was stuck in an elevator when things got locked up. Maybe that's what she tried to climb out of.
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At least if you do mention it early, we can just put it on the back burner in case we need it instead of screaming in panic for the last hour.
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