And then sitting in Bridgette’s dorm room with her body, always humming some cheerful tune, like there wasn’t a body slowly decaying in the room.

But her stance holds no cheer now. Just barely restrained fury. She finally speaks when the last person enters the room, lifting her head, but not opening her eyes. 

“You guys are pathetic.” Her voice is cold, angry, unlike the childish, friendly, and cheerful tone she’s always taken before.

“Hey losers!” She snaps angrily at everyone once they’re all there. “A murder happened in my archive a few days ago and none of you twits are investigating it!” She huffs, glaring around at each and every person in the room. “If you don’t start looking into it soon Pilot won’t be happy. A murder happened in my archive! Got it!? ASK QUESTIONS PEOPLE! I’m here for a reason!” 

Listen. Guys. I’m trying really hard to be patient, but no one is investigating. So there’s gonna have to be consequences if you don’t start soon. 

I will give until Friday May 26 for the investigation to pick up until there’s actual IC consequences. Those few muses who have already investigated will be affected less, but it’s a group wide consequence, so please start investigating. You can talk to me on Discord, or send questions into the blog, this one or the NPC blog.

Hunger is starting to get to all of you, though it’s affecting some more than others, and it seems like everyone is willing to just let this stretch on rather than killing someone.

The Radio Sound though... playing through throughout the whole place for a solid minute without any words...

It can only bring fear of what demented thing Pilot- who’s just been drifting from room to room since she revealed herself- is announcing this time.

...

But it’s not Pilot’s voice that comes through the static. Those that spend a lot of time in the Archive might recognise the voice as the girl who made herself the librarian there. 

“Hey twits!” The voice snaps flippantly, the static fading out entirely. “Everyone get to the Archive 5 minutes ago!”

With everything going on, it’s understandable for people to feel stressed. Pilot has finally shown herself...

And she wants you all to kill each other. 

Distrust is to be assumed, and it would be more than reasonable for Veterans to be... suspicious when they return to their dorms after she announced everything to find...

An envelope sitting innocuously on their pillows, their names signed neatly in the same handwriting that the previous note in their journal was in on the outside of the envelope.

Inside the envelope is a silver key on a chain, and a note.

On the note is a message, again penned in the same handwriting.

Hello again friends! I need you to wear this for my game. But don't talk about is to anyone, okay!

There’s a room between Dorm 2 and the Market Place. Its door is locked. There’s no sign outside of it like there is on most of the other rooms, even those with locked doors. 

This door has always been locked, as far as even those veterans who’ve been here the longest times know.  

A few days after Pilot tells you to kill each other something changes with it.

Loud noises start sounding from the room beyond the door. Bangs, growls, screeches, clatters, thumps... An absolute cacophony of noises sounding out from the door- though it can’t be heard in the neighbouring rooms.