02.50 - week two, saturday

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W2 SATURDAY

Like last Saturday, everyone will get an announcement on their tablets; this time, the announcement is preceded with a bell of some sort before Lorelei appears on the screen again.

"Good morning, everyone. This is an announcement to let you know that today's lesson will take place starting at 8:15 tonight. Again, today's lesson will be starting at 8:15. Please meet at the lower campus exit near the lecture by 8:00pm; Florence will be waiting for you there.

If you have a bag for some snacks and, perhaps, an item you can use for self-defense in the case of an emergency, please arrive with those things on you. We will provide you with an overview of what to expect when you arrive at 8pm.

Thank you."

The alert ends.

You have the day to prepare, ask each other what the hell is happening -- Florence and Lorelei do not seem to be available, strangely enough. There's a lot to take in with the information you have now. But before you know it... night falls.

FULL NAV

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Comments

[unsinksyourship]

[He definitively stopped outside to let other people go through the arched doorway first, staring at it suspiciously the whole time until he's sure it's not going to fall and crush them or trap them inside (probably) (he's not sure). Tamamori has one hand in his pocket the whole time and the other on his tablet, though he really should probably have both on his tablet for maximum efficiency.

Look, he's not even a ghost hunter, he just writes about them sometimes. Sidling into the place...... Sidling through the place, giving a wide berth to the three empty cases that seem somehow more ominous than the full ones.]

Uh. Weren't there supposed to be other people here? What was that about saving people again...

[Wandering up to the photos and like, he'll look at the photos in a minute but he's going to try looking behind the frames?? Are these just normal photos...]

[herlocksholmes]

...perhaps the people who need saving are in the floor below. Careful, Mr. Mizumori. It's widely known some museums turn transgressors into exhibits, as punishment for misdoings.

[Yeah he's implying the ghouls from the first floor are the people to save]

[unsinksyourship]

I-I don't think those are people anymore...?

[He accepts the Mr. Mizumori designation even if it's kind of weird; it makes him feel important, at least, and just now that helps with the... everything... mostly. Well, mostly because he also feels a little too important if the photos are any indication.

He glares at them a little, but they continue to feel ominous and stalkery.]

Besides, I haven't heard of any such widely known thing. It'd make a good legend to get people to come to a museum, but seeing this would make them turn right back around again.

It does make me wonder about the cameras, though...

[GHOST CAMERAS REAL?? is what his muttering expression seems to say, but more thoughtful. Slightly. There's a mild amount of thought happening here.]

[herlocksholmes]

You're not a worldly person at all.

[As if London is full of museums that commit violations against the Geneva convention at rulebreakers. Still, that aside...]

You should speak Mr. Chongyun -- he's an exorcist, after all. His expertise will be of use.

[He doesn't suspect these will come to life but he does wonder if Chongyun may know a thing or two about what these things are!]

[unsinksyourship]

I'm about as worldly as you can get in the city of Tokyo! How worldly are you supposed to be again?

[Wow, way to stab him in the ego; he has never been out of the country and possibly hasn't even been super far around Japan, Tokyo is like his claim to fame but it's supposed to be a good!! Claim to fame!! You can practically see his hackles rising in the background.]

--Thaat's one of the boys from last week? The one with the fan?

[At the very least he remembers their teammates, though details are still sketchy.]

[herlocksholmes]

That's correct, it's one of them. You may remember -- the one that stayed with us, attempting to disarm that bomb. A reliable enough young man, don't you think?