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[paradisamods]

[In a lost room...]

[Anyone who has traveled to the room could be there by now.

Explore, my dears.]

[ooc: Please do not have your character take anything unless they are confirmed to take it on the Claim Post. Anyone is welcome to explore, touch, poke around and ponder, though :)]

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[echivoc]

[decided to explore a bit, so here he is in the room just looking for the time being]

[priestish]

[there is an Abel lurkin' a lurk near you, bro :>]

...Curious, isn't all this?

[echivoc]

[o hay, sup bro]

Quite. [vaguely reminded of the Ark, but less enemies and more items up for examination] A simple room, yet still full of potentially intriguing items. [stops at the newspaper and looks for the date]

[priestish]

[watching where Cross' interest goes thoughtfully]

Do you suppose there was really someone living in here...?

[echivoc]

If there was... [straightens upon finding the date] ...he or she is long gone.

[priestish]

I wonder why all this... stuff got left behind.

That doesn't usually happen, does it...? I can't recall a resident leaving this way...

[echivoc]

There are several possibilities - traveling, death, or just a simple choice to up and leave with what they deemed fit to bring. Leave the pointless things behind.

[priestish]

If it were traveling or death, the nameplate would still be on the door, hm? And this room... why would it be down here? This is like a murder mystery...

[echivoc]

Either the resident took their nameplate, as illogical as it would be, or the castle could always be masking the nameplate.

[priestish]

It's all very suspect.

[crouches down, sifting through some of this junk]

[echivoc]

[is also going through the items, and picks up the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out]

And for how long will this room truly be open?

[priestish]

A good question.

[he watches Cross a moment before shaking his head, pushing at his glasses again]

...I hope you aren't going to smoke one of those.

[echivoc]

[looks at Abel with a smirk, fiddling with the cancer stick]

And why shouldn't I?

[priestish]

...Well. I suppose I could always give you your last rites if something goes wrong...

[echivoc]

If anything was indeed going to happen. [puts the cigarette back in the pack and puts it back down on the...whatever it was on asdfgsdf]

[priestish]

Then again, we could make use of this... [picks up a matchbook, turning it over]