Nightshift 27: M69
Dinner had been... uneventful. As uneventful as listening to the violent thoughts of his roommate could be, but Naoya supposed that it could have gone worse. He shivered for a moment at the thought as grabbed his flashlight and began searching the room. He hadn't given this room a thorough search when he had first arrived; the first time because he had overslept and the other two times due to the urge to get outside-- whether because of desperation or determination, it did not matter. But now that he had time he could easily search every nook and cranny.
The result didn't produce much, keyrings and pens, enough pieces of the puzzle to motivate but still leave the players (or puppets) confused and wandering the dark. Naoya sighed, plopping down on his bed. Where was niisan? Was he okay? Was the map Naoya had made helpful? Naoya closed his eyes. His brother had said he was unable to talk to him telepathically, but it couldn't hurt to try anyway... Right?
'Niisan.'
He waited a long moment. Nothing. His brother was right, they couldn't reach each other that way anymore. Naoya sighed once more and reopened his eyes, it looked like he would have to just wait.
The result didn't produce much, keyrings and pens, enough pieces of the puzzle to motivate but still leave the players (or puppets) confused and wandering the dark. Naoya sighed, plopping down on his bed. Where was niisan? Was he okay? Was the map Naoya had made helpful? Naoya closed his eyes. His brother had said he was unable to talk to him telepathically, but it couldn't hurt to try anyway... Right?
'Niisan.'
He waited a long moment. Nothing. His brother was right, they couldn't reach each other that way anymore. Naoya sighed once more and reopened his eyes, it looked like he would have to just wait.