[pcs] babo kim

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... Did you douse yourself in perfume? Or is that a curfew effect?

[covers his nose. please!!]

Ayabe should be fine. Well, unless he goes off and does something careless, which I wouldn't put it past him. [...] I'm not... completely sure about Horikawa.

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Mm. I'll have to check in on young master Kunihiro then, too...

[he's a little concerned about that sword.

he blinks, though-]

Wait, I smell like that to you? I thought we were the only ones smelling it...

[-and then a frustrated little sound.]

If we all smell that way then of course we all would have noticed the smell, even if-! This place really is too much...

[oathic]

... Uh, you okay there?

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Six of us stayed in the same place, so we tried to make sure none of us could fake what we experienced. We all wrote it down separately and compared. I thought it was that we all smelled that perfume, but... even someone unaffected would smell it if it's on us...

[oathic]

Oh. Well, isn't that good, then? If the effect is that you smell like perfume, then it's harder to fake—but you'll need someone else to check everyone before tomorrow, in that case.

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Oh- preferably the same person, so they know if someone's just used a different type of perfume to fake it, but...

[hmm.]

I'll have to ask around. If you talk to anyone else, ask if they've spoken with Beau, Jin Ling, young masters Hunter and Carbide, or miss 45 and if they noticed the scent.

[oathic]

[he nods.]

Got it. Where were you, anyway?

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The closet. Though we also...

[he slips his sleeve off his hand, and his fingers are bandaged.]

We woke up with burned fingertips as well. I've been trying to check and make sure all of us have this, but most do so far.

[mauyn hasn't been around so maybe it is all of them we just do not know]

[oathic]

Burned fingertips...? So, should we expect to find somewhere on fire again?

[unanswering]

Possibly. Everything still smells like perfume to me, so I believe-- that's more likely to be from the room itself.

-speaking of rooms, there was something else yesterday, but... were you able to learn anything helpful?

[oathic]

[he pauses, before shuffling through his pockets. he then takes out a letter and hands it over to nhs.

My most darling B,

I cordially invite you to my humble abode on the eve of February 14th. We’ve grown to know each other so well through these exchanges. It’s as though you carry a piece of my heart with you, and I yours. No one has ever understood me as you have, and I can think of no one else I wish to spend this special occasion with.

Please return this letter with your RSVP so I may make preparations for your stay. I await in anticipation for some intimate quality time with you and you alone…]

From what I can tell, February 14th is the day we were brought here, since there was a... Valentine's Day celebration going on?

We found a list of songs, too. They all had to do with love.

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I'm still not certain what Valentine's Day is, exactly, but...

[he peers down at the note, frowning thoughtfully.]

An invitation to stay privately with someone one hasn't met seems like it would be a dangerous sort of thing to answer.

[oathic]

From what Haruka told me, it's about romance...?

[...]

You think something happened when they met?

[unanswering]

Possibly. Or nothing happened, and it's just... a memento.

[oathic]

Maybe.

But the date is significant, at least. I doubt it's a coincidence when we know that our round is "special".

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Then I lean toward thinking something happened.

[he fans himself idly, holding it carefully because of his poor fingers.

and then he pauses, blinking.]

Oh- this may be worth mentioning. Sorry, I've been... a little out of sorts since yesterday, but... what I mentioned about us writing our observations down. All of us mentioned the perfume scent.

Miss 45 wrote 'alcohol' as well as the fragrance. No one else mentioned it.

[oathic]

Don't tell me you're still high.

[...]

Alcohol, huh? Weird.

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We all had burns on our hands as well, so... that's the only way in which someone was an outlier. She did say she's not made of the same stuff we are, when I asked about her skin, so it's possible she's just the only one who could notice.

[he sighs, though-]

I'm not high-! It really wasn't like that, I was trying to use the room for something else!

[oathic]

Hm. Well, maybe someone else will have more of an idea of what's up with her.

... Like what?

[unanswering]

Well- Beau and young master Jin and I tried writing to the master of the house. We asked if they have any enemies, if the house is feeding on us, and what we should do to stop all this. "Perhaps", "not exactly", and "look inside the heart"; it sounded to me like it may be a place or a thing, not just-- advice about our own.

[a brief pause, there.]

Since that room provided for us before, I... decided to see what would happen if I tried to use it to provide help. Asked it to show me the heart. It trapped me in there for the rest of the day-- it was just a plain wooden room, with the sound of a beating heart coming from every possible direction.

[oathic]

... Uh.

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I know, I know, Beau and Jin Ling already scolded me for it-!

[oathic]

You've eaten since then, right...?

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[........]

[oathic]

[???????]

Nie!?