38th sigh

[sosnarrator]

[Kyon has been kicked up into a furore over this latest event, however having hit a wall almost immediately, you may find him sitting on a park bench musing to himself...]... Man, I really am hopeless on my own, huh? I decide that I have to go and investigate this mess, yet I haven't the slightest clue where to start. It'd sure be useful if I had

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[flameyedhunter]

You're only useless if you give up. C'mon, I have an idea.

[sosnarrator]

... Hm? An idea?

[flameyedhunter]

I think we should check out the dairy while there's a power glitch.

[sosnarrator]

Right, that's probably the best place to check if we're after answers.

[flameyedhunter]

Come on then!

[sosnarrator]

R-right!

[And he'll get up from the bench. Stretching a bit before moving around due to some slight stiffness.]

[flameyedhunter]

[ Off they go to get droned for 24 hours for trying this really bad idea. But at least it's only a droning. ]

[sosnarrator]

[As they begin to approach...]

It's probably a good idea to consider some recon first... I mean, how often have things turned out badly for trying anything like this?

[flameyedhunter]

What sort of recon did you have planned exactly? At some point we have to approach and touch it. Nobody is here, after all. Not even the Milkman.

[sosnarrator]

... Good point.

(Well, there is a slight absence of ideas on where to find clues... It's either this or trying to get something out of the fakes directly...)

[flameyedhunter]

[ Shana reaches for the door. And... well, at this point, they're probably going to spend 24 hours caroling. Creepily. ]

[sosnarrator]

[Goddammit Mayfield]