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He may just have an intense look at girls he likes, but maybe I'm paranoid.
>How many Belenosians are there here?
Maybe about a dozen and a half, about half of them girls.
There's no jammer, but no neumono around the belenos have paid him much mind.
Eventually someone turns on the PA system and starts talking about the rules. Locked doors, empathy jammer is going up after all, which areas are allowed, and so on. Then a brief history of the murder victim and his interests and stuff. Penn listens in, but I just can't hold my attention on it.
I at least pay attention when I'm handed a character to play and made sure I understand who I am and all that stuff, but before I know it, Penn immediately takes me up to the attic as soon as the game starts.
"Why here?"
>"Well, they did say that Mr Trifle liked to keep mementos of his past around. Up until his murder, he lived in peace despite how busy he was, and it sounded like he would have only made enemies in the long past. Since then, he moved here, right? So, it makes sense that he might not have had time to unpack all of his stuff and left a lot of clues in the attic regarding a motive."
"... huh. Sounded like they explained a lot more than that."
>"Yeah, and I mean, it's always possible this is a deadend, but it is nice and quiet while everyone goes off to the murder scene itself."
"I thought they said something about this supposed to be interaction heavy, but hey, they said they may have left clues around as well. Say, you see that belenos in the business suit that kept looking at you?"
>"Oh, no, sorry, I wasn't paying attention to other people really. Why?
"I guess I'm just paranoid, I didn't know you had actual academic enemies until today, and now I gotta protect you from them, too!"
>"Geez, Roxie, it's not like we're at war!"
I can't help but think of that class notes event, both because of that bitch encounter, and because of the literal mention of it today. They were found by a real thorough janitor way the hell underneath a cabinet. Then he apparently handed it to that damn teacher that forgot about it.
Penn has no idea how they got so far under a cabinet, but she was just glad they turned up. Since then, she's held her notes close, and both of us just figured she misplaced the hell out of them.
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