First Investigation

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Nearly two weeks in the Haunted Mansion have passed. Parties were had, friends were made. In fact, maybe you've completely forgotten about the motive looming over all of you. However, as what might be dawn approaches the Mansion, you feel a strange feeling of dread as you wake up. Is it all in your head? There's only one way to find out.

Investigate?]

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[terribibble]

[Hey, so, speaking of Fiddleford's door, the man himself was just leaving it to get coffee and now he's kind of flopped sitting up against the wall and feeling very sick. He's spent almost the past two weeks telling himself over and over again nobody here would and now... well, clearly someone did.

He's not really actively investigating. Mostly he's actively freaking out, but he is very close to the ground, if there's anything there he'd notice besides his condiment rainbow.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Oh no it's clear, Fiddleford should be fine.

... Well except with the bloody, sparkly footprints on the floor.]

[terribibble]

[OH GREAT THAT'S FINE AND GREAT]

O-oh.

[Maybe he doesn't want to stay sitting here next to bloody footprints. Maybe he wants to push himself back up into a standing position, sway violently, narrowly regain his composure, and... and see which direction they go? Maybe that's what he ought to be doing. This is a problem. He's supposed to fix problems. We'll see how far he gets before he loses it. Give it a little bit to sink in.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[They center mostly around the entrance to the hallway, although as they fade they do seem to stop in front of some doors.]