Catch-All: Escha

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[applechemist]

[ A gentleman. ]

It's probably either... Possession, or something that can steal your appearance. Right? That's what makes the most sense with everything else, so far.

So when are we going to start dealing with it? [ That's rhetorical, obviously, but... Hrm. ]

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[a man who has manners.]

Either way it sounds bad.

... Probably sooner than we'd like.

[applechemist]

I hope not...

Anyway, I just wanted to let you know. We're trying to get the word out about what we're probably dealing with.

[airshipped]

I see.

Wouldn't an announcement be best for that? Over the sound system, maybe?

[applechemist]

Oh you're right. [ Escha didn't really question why they're each responsible for telling different people. ] Maybe we're doing it one on one and face to face so that we can answer questions better...?

Or...

[ Hm. If it were anyone else she might have left it there. But she talks a bit slowly, now, like she's saying it as it occurs to her: ]

Or maybe it's because it's already pretending to be one of us.

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... We don't know how early it started with the first group. We just know that once it started, it dwindled down the numbers quickly.

It's possible it's already masquerading as one of us, but that means we didn't have a lot of time to get to know each other. Which means we're vulnerable.

[applechemist]

Right... And I thought maybe we could have secret code words, but there's no guarantee it can't see our memories, or wouldn't see us deciding on the words.

So it's like all we know is what to be afraid of, but nothing helpful.

[airshipped]

Even if we tried code words, there's no guarantee that would work. We might end up trusting the double because they knew it, even if we shouldn't.

There has to be something we can do, but what is it?

[applechemist]

I don't know.

[ But she can't leave Logy out of the loop. In the meantime he can hear her getting out of the bath and drying off. ]

Oh, and we got a lighter. From the scavenger hunt...

[airshipped]

[Don't mind him, he's just dripping fountain water in her room.]

We got some kind of perfume bottle, but the note that came with it was incomprehensible. So it might be something else.

[applechemist]

[ She's concerned!! Which is why she comes out with the towel wrapped around her, so that he doesn't have to wait for her to get dressed!

It's fine. ] It's your turn to wash up.

[ And, hmm. ]

Perfume...? I wonder if it has some special effect. [ Probably would be a weird conclusion to jump to if they weren't alchemists, but. They are. ] Oh - and we got a note, too! Do you know who has it? Maybe I could ask for it, or make a copy of it...

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Thanks.

[He's pointedly not looking at her as he walks into the bathroom and strips down.]

It's possible. I don't know why they'd give out a normal bottle of perfume after everything.

Muzet has it, unless she gave it to somebody else.

[applechemist]

[ It's fine! This is fine! ]

I'll ask her about it, then. I bet that means every group got one, huh?

[airshipped]

[There's nothing weird about this at all!]

That sounds right. Every group got one item, and probably one message? Maybe if they're all arranged together they say something.

[applechemist]

[ Just regular coworker things. ]

Maybe. Or maybe if we learn about all the items, we'll know what to do with them.

[airshipped]

It's possible they're all supposed to be used together, or certain combinations of them can be useful.

[applechemist]

The scavenger hunt was like a bunch of puzzles... Do you think they'd give us a puzzle that lets us out?

Because otherwise it's just like they're messing with us...

[airshipped]

I think they're just messing with us. If there is a way out, it probably has to do with the locked off doors and places.

[applechemist]

You're probably right...

[airshipped]

I'd be happy to be wrong.

[Anyway, he'll get out and wrap a towel around himself.

... And realize he doesn't have an extra pair of clothes here. RIP.]

[applechemist]

[ ... How did neither of them think about this until now?

Granted, Escha still hasn't thought of it. ]

That feels like the slogan of this place. "I'd be happy to be wrong."

[airshipped]

[Sometimes when you're upset about giving handjobs to statues and drenched, you don't think through all of your actions.]

...

I don't have any of my clean clothes in this room.

[applechemist]

Oh!

Um, I could go get some for you? Where's your clamshell? [ Probably?? In his pocket? Hrm. ]

[airshipped]

Could you? I'd really appreciate it.

It's- hold on.

[He'll just have to reach into the pants pocket and pull it out. At least he has a towel, it covers enough, as he walks it to her.]

[applechemist]

[ Cool, cool, cool, she takes it and then. Turns around quickly. ]

I'll be right back...!

[ You know if it weren't for all the decor in this hotel, she probably would have made it through that interaction weirdly unconcerned but!! Thanks to their surroundings she really is hurrying off. ]