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[an indeterminate period of time ago (mainly because i am too damn lazy to look it up) your characters may have found themselves in the strangest of places - the minds of other people. There, they could learn all sorts of interesting things about their fellow detainees, such as their horrible love for disco

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[x_autnihil]

*...Huh.

This feels oddly familiar.

Does that mean we've been spending too much time together?

Going to look at the public square.*

[sharpasafawkes]

[Hush, no.

The public square is far too quiet, with no sound of activity other than the light wind and the occasional trace of birdsong. A community center is at the western end, with a library behind it and buildings all around. They're labeled for the science buildings, math, humanities, and the like.]

[x_autnihil]

*looking around, then heads towards the humanities building*

[sharpasafawkes]

[It stands tall and in the least state of disrepair, being mostly fine, there's something off about the stone arch however...]

[x_autnihil]

*taking a closer look*

[sharpasafawkes]

[There are little pockmarks in the stone, clusters of them, with bits of stone chips in the ground near it. It's not unlike the spray from a shotgun blast]

[x_autnihil]

*...interesting.

bends down to examine closer for a minute, then gets back up, brushes himself off, and heads into the building.*

[sharpasafawkes]

[The inside of the place is open with sections clearly marked for English, history, it goes on.]

[x_autnihil]

*You know my most recent hobby is stalking myself in the history section.*

[sharpasafawkes]

[Back towards the history classrooms then.

The open classrooms all seem fine, barring one...]

[x_autnihil]

*checking that one out, of course*

[sharpasafawkes]

[At one point it'd been laid out nicely, neatly, lesson plan for guy Fawkes clearly visible and outlined. Too bad it's now utterly encrusted in dried blood.

In fact the parts that don't have evidence of being all neat and organized are in wild disarray, desks overturned, papers littering the floor, splatters of red-brown speckling and having soaked into just about everything, and the pile of papers on the teacher's desk obviously rifled through.]

[x_autnihil]

*Pauses, then starts going through those papers on the desk*

[sharpasafawkes]

[They're just normal essays, though with the occasional comment in red about citing sources, what works and what doesn't, and one that just says "See me after class".]

[x_autnihil]

*Anything else interesting in this desk? Looking through it.*

[sharpasafawkes]

[not really, but the drawers are stuck for a moment before opening, a little bit of blood flaking off.]