ASSIGNMENT ★ HOME INVESTIGATION

[futurologists]

THE HOME OF AGATHA BELROSE ( NOV 13 ) ALASTAIR has taken quite an interest in the missing — supposedly sacrificed — civilians. Chantes' guard force is lacking, to say the least, so instead, they call upon a few of their own to do the investigating. Clarke Griffin, Dean Winchester, Harry Potter, Kashuu Kiyomitsu, Kushina Anna, Phoenix Wright, and Riza Hawkeye have been assigned to investigate the home of one of the disappeared persons — one Agatha Belrose. They are expected to report back what they learn to their fellow teammates, as well as give the abandoned house a thorough inspection. The address leads them into the Commoners' District, where they'll find a livable but unimpressive house. The paint is chipping a bit and the garden could use a good weeding, but for the most part, there's nothing too unsettling. At least, until they get inside. [Here's how this log will work! This is a test run, so please be gentle. There is no tagging order, simply for the sake of getting things to move along without having to wait on anybody else. The group will be able to search various places, and will get replies from futurologists telling them whether or not they've found anything and what, exactly, it is. They're also free to wander around, have conversations, etc.]

Comments

[futurologists]

[Outside the house, it's dark. You get the feeling you aren't alone, and even when you meet up with your teammates, you still feel like someone might be watching you.

Should you try the door, true to their word, it's unlocked.]

[wright_idea]

[Did you ever get the feeling you were being... watched?]

This feels weird. Is this really okay?

[hardtohandle]

Eeh, what, would you rather we have a warrant or something? [Kashuu didn't like the feeling one bit. Still, he tried to bury his unease beneath an uncaring face.] We won't ever get an invitation if she's dead.

[strictdiscipline]

[Why is it that even here, she has to play babysitter?

Discomfort's nothing new, and the unease of being watched even less so. They've been handed their assignment - almost on a silver platter, compared to how everything else had gone - and there's really no point in dawdling around bickering amongst themselves.]

This is the only way we'll be able to find out what happened to her. If you're unwilling to go inside, you can stand outside and keep watch.

[Given a good number of them have already gone and broken into the royal castle, this seems pretty small fries in comparison.]

[wright_idea]

N-no no, it's fine! I want to search. Just... feels awkward, is all.

[Yeah, well he didn't really participate in that, so you'll forgive him if he's not quite as inured.]

[rosing]

[ Babysitter Riza and her charges!! Anna stands close, looking around, eyes narrowing as she tries to find the gaze of a stranger watching...

The uneasiness of her companions are strong too. So, she'll try to reassure them-- ]

I'll protect everyone here.

[whereismypie]

Thanks, lil' lady.

Besides, where else are we gonna find any clues? This is probably the last place this Agatha lady was seen alive.

[ guess who's the first to try to kick down the door to this particular house? because checking to see if the door's locked or not is so overrated, you guys.

(and guess who hurt himself in the process).

so kicking doors is totally happening here. whether this yields any results in door opening or not remains to be seen, though. ]

[strictdiscipline]

[Guess who is Not Impressed by this (un)impressive display of manliness?

But whatever gets the job done, even if it's lacking any sort of grace or subtlety. (She notes that for the future, in case they ever have to work together again.)]

They invented door handles for a reason.

[wright_idea]

[Anyway, shouldering the door is WAY more effective in my experience.]

[He checks the handle himself. This may result in the door opening AS Dean levels another kick.]

[whereismypie]

[ this may result in Dean falling flat on his face, swept up in the momentum of the mose useless door-kicking ever.

thanks, Phoenix! ]

... Ow.

[futurologists]

[The door swings open to reveal the interior of the house. There's a small area to stand in right when you walk in; to the right is a hallway with two doors. To the left is a kitchen area. Straight ahead is another door, followed by an exit, presumably leading to the backyard area.]

[hardtohandle]

[stifling a laugh at Dean's misfortune] Well, well, should we split up to search? I figure a lady's bedroom should have clues, you know? [So his plan is to find the bedroom, presumably down that hallway to the right.]

[strictdiscipline]

Splitting up would be the most efficient method of getting this done.

[She doubts the rooms are big enough to handle all of them at once in any case. With a nod of her head towards Kashuu, she gestures towards the set of two doors.]

I'll search through the other room. [Whatever that may be.]

[rosing]

[ Casually stepping over Dean's body, she glances around. Hearing Kashuu and Riza go right, she decides to head left instead. ]

[wright_idea]

I can check out the backyard area, then. What about the rest of you guys?

[futurologists]

[The backyard is mostly empty, but if he looks closely, there are footprints in the dirt that seem to be somewhat fresh. They haven't yet been washed away by time. There is also an unlit candle out by the door.]

[futurologists]

[In the kitchen, there is a half-eaten apple tart, exactly like the kind sold at the Festival of Illumination. It's still stocked with food items that don't appear to have staled or molded at all.]

[rosing]

[ She eyes the apple tart, and the other food in stock. Some are probably too high up for her to reach, but it seems like this person hadn't planned on disappearing. Or was taken...?

Reaching into her pocket, Anna takes out her three marbles, puts two on the table, where she'll leave them for now. The third she places it front of her eye. The colours of the world now visible to her eye, she rummages around,, peering through opened and unopened cabinets within reach and sight for anything out of the ordinary. ]

[futurologists]

[The other room appears to be a storage room of some sort. There are a great many jars filled with various herbs, a bowl, some gemstones, and candles.]

[strictdiscipline]

[Even despite her outing with Sieglinde, Riza finds herself unable to recognize most of the herbs stored neatly away in jars. Likely not ones used for cooking, but therapeutic perhaps, or medicinal? There's something about the whole setup that's faintly reminiscent of a ritual (the candles, probably).

Perhaps if she had some help......

Momentarily leaving the scene before her, she pokes her head out of the doorway and calls out:]

I don't suppose anyone here's well-versed in herbs of any sort?

[regida]

[ the doors are all open, as promised. and she’s just let the main door behind her inch to a soft close when she hears a voice from the right hallway, and decides to follow it. stops a couple of paces away from the doorway, close enough to see the lines of jars held inside before glancing back to riza. ]

I may be able to recognize some.

[ if the herbs here, in this world, are anything similar to those on the ground she had used for healing. as it turns out the delinquents she’d been named responsible for got into their fair share of scrapes, go figure. ] I’m not an expert, but I might be able to tell what they're used for.

[futurologists]

[The bedroom is messy. The bed is undone, clothes strewn across the floor. Under the bed, there appears to be a thick book.]

[hardtohandle]

[Kashuu takes his time looking around. He doesn't have the practiced sort of evidence-management that a detective might, but he knows to be careful. There was a careful difference between a "struggle" mess and the victim just being a messy person, after all.]

[Also, an undisclosed amount of time was probably spent checking out the clothes. Not that how fashionable she was had anything to do with her disappearance. Probably.]

[He snoops under pillows, checking under the covers, drawers, jewelry boxes, whatever appears to be a good hiding spot until he spots the very edge of the book.]

Weee~ll, what do we have here... ? [he murmurs to himself. A diary, maybe? It's pretty thick for that. She could just really like talking to herself. Either way, he fishes the book out from under the bed to get a closer look at it.]

[futurologists]

[When Kashuu opens it, he'll immediately find instructions for magical rituals and spells, the type that would probably be considered heresy in Chantes. Flipping through it, it's clear it's a grimoire. Some of the pages are ripped out.]

RECONVENING

[wright_idea]

[Phoenix makes his way back to the front of the house. By now, everybody should have managed to get some information, or so he hopes.]