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FINAL INVESTIGATION
FINAL INVESTIGATION
Time continues to pass. And before long, it's the end of the week once again. Maybe it feels strange to call it that when there's such little sense of time besides the changing phases of the moon, and maybe the exact day doesn't even matter to you anymore. But regardless of the day, regardless of the month, regardless of the year, one thing is certain:
The time for preparations is over.
Because as the moon in the sky shines blood red, it becomes clear that all of the fog and the tremors were nothing but omens for what was to come.
And so, on Friday morning, Survivors will find themselves waking up to the sensation of energy practically buzzing through the air, prickling and tingling on skin like static electricity. Those who venture outside will also find that the fog that's creeped up in the recent days has been dispelled entirely, which includes the impassable kind that once hid a number of the buildings. Despite this, the tremors themselves do not lessen, and in fact, the earth itself seems to be vibrating with this energy as well.
The feeling will only get worse as the day progresses, and those who have been marked by the manifestations may feel more restless than normal.
The clock is ticking and there are some new areas to explore. No one's coming to save you, so there's nothing to do but to save yourselves, right?
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yield: 1 family size
Forbidden black rice
Directions
cook only in small portions, batch recipes yield Interference in the mingling of flavors.
ingredients
for the forbidden rice:
1 cup forbidden (or black) rice, rinsed thoroughly
2 cups water
a pinch of salt
instructions:
place the rice in a bowl filled with water and soak it overnight. if you do so, place it in a pot with water and salt over medium heat. let it come to a boil; turn the heat down to low, put the lid on, and let it simmer for 20-25 minutes.
if you do Not soak, follow the same steps, but let it simmer between 50-60 minutes. drain any excess water. fluff it with a fork. it should be soft and chewy. once cooled, store it in the fridge in an airtight container. can be split into smaller portions prior to cooling to Share With Others. if desired, Three cups chicken broth may be substituted for water.
Adherence to the precise steps and Orders Is Required for maximum enjoyment.
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Okay. That is, for some reason, leaving him feeling weirdly skeeved and so he's just going to also take this with him because that's a yike and a half. Is there anything else in here or is he free to move on to the desk?]
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This...explains the roses, at least. I assume they're the same as the ones in the greenhouse full of poison? He kind of wonders why they're so important...
That aside, though, is there anything odd with the pen or the stationary? ...Is it a black-ink pen, I feel almost obligated to ask.]
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There's nothing odd about the pen or stationary, and the ink is indeed black. Maybe the desk drawer will yield some kind of answers that aren't yikes worthy. ]
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Okay, time for round 3 of Let's Invade Rembrandt's Privacy! How many drawers are there? If it's the kind of desk with four (one center, three down the side) or just one (center) we'll start in the center; if it's the kind with three (all down the side) then we can start from the top and work down.]
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My Lady has instructed me to investigate numerous worlds for the power she seeks. Her greed truly rises above my last master, but that may have been the missing ingredient in the end. Nevertheless, I'll complete her order faithfully—never in all my years have I had the freedom to visit other worlds, but humans continue to surprise me in their innovation.
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The world she sent me was quite a normal one, more technologically advanced than what I'm acquainted with. Beneath the surface however, there's much more than meets the eye. While largely unknown to the general population, this world harbors an alternate Night. Much like Hell, this Night is inhabited by shadows who thirst for the souls of humans, but they don't hold even a glimmer sentience like the dullest demons. Voids, as I have heard them being referred to, is an incredibly apt moniker. While I see little use for these shadows, they would at least be useful as fodder considering how they cowered before me even in human form.
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...Also goddamn it, Rembrandt, can't you keep a fucking diary like normal people. Fine, taking this one too...
Downward again, then.]
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And it's because he's just this way. The last drawer holds... a singular item like the rest, except it's not a piece of paper. A blue ribbon. ]
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But fine, that can come too, he supposes. Is there anything else to see in here, or has he somehow managed to be halfway useful and clear a room today?]
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