Mock Victim

[grimgrinningghosts]

[It’s Friday. Your first week stuck in Doomville is almost up. While Judge Doom’s motive was certainly big, it’s hard to judge, for lack of a better term, if he could manage to change anyone’s past, let alone your own. So maybe you forgot about it, or maybe you’re so caught up with the “what if’s” that it hangs over you as you wake up today.

However, as you leave your dressing room, you may find that the door to Edgar’s Room is mysteriously ajar. While it was open for investigation yesterday, it seems more open than it was yesterday.

Investigate?]

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[grimgrinningghosts]

[Just like all the other ones, the suit has a tag inside it with a name written in marker. Only this one is unique from the others - "BARON VON ROTTEN - PPP"]

[defyingfrigidity]

[... WELL THEN. That's... not a name she recognizes at all. Odd.

Is there anything else off about the suit? Or any of the other clothes, aside from what she's already seen?]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Nope! There has to be something pretty special about this, though, considering where it's placed.]

[defyingfrigidity]

[Where it's placed? Is there anything else around the back of the room, or anything off about the area itself?]

[terribibble]

[Guess who else is investigating this room. And, hey, it's that nice royal he had a conversation with from around a door.]

Your m-- Elsa. You -- you holdin' up alright? Find anythin'?

[He looks like he got hit by a truck so they probably feel about the same right now.]

[defyingfrigidity]

... I'm not, no.

[Elsa's not one to just. Dump all her emotions out right away without a fight. But after what happened yesterday, after this... there's no point in hiding it. She'd look like an even worse person if she tried to say that she wasn't affected by all of this.]

I found several wrinkled clothes, and a bit of a mess... and this. [Ever so carefully, like she was worried she'd ruin the evidence just by touching it, she picks up the small suit, showing off the tag attached to it.] Does this seem familiar at all?

[terribibble]

[You know, he's about to surprise even himself, but--]

Yes. I think -- hold on.

[His brain's not working at full capacity exactly but something about this has pinged it. Looking very hard at the little suit he reaches into his own coat and pulls out a folded piece of paper, one of the ones he took from the office desk. On it is a creepy little animal.]

PPP. Right?

[defyingfrigidity]

[That.... what?]

What is that?