SEEK A WAY OUT - CONFINEMENT ROOM (GREEN TEAM)

[formicarium]

T H E  C O N F I N E M E N T  R O O M Despite being called the "Confinement Room", you will quickly notice that it's a hallway with four rooms, instead of just one room. In fact, this seems more like jail than anything else. Someone must have put the wrong plate beside the door, but the moment you step away from the door, it closes up behind you. You find that there isn't even a handle on this door, so there's no way you're going out that way. Time to start looking around this dimly lit "Confinement Room".

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[skyentificmethod]

[on her side, Ema searches the monitor and surroundings for a USB port for the mouse, and also checks if this new key-looking metal bit fits onto the screwdriver-looking metal bit from the other desk, which would be pleasantly convenient]

[formicarium]

[ Thankfully for her, the monitor has two USB ports on the side, so she can connect the mouse right away. As for the new key-looking metal bit, it fits into the screwdriver-looking metal bit perfectly! A small 'click' can be heard as she slides one into another, as they latch onto each other. Looks like she now has a key! ]

[fairsfair]

[ Jake is just really amused that Hershel's going through all the toilets. He's going to remember to never go near his hands in the future. ]

[ But he'll be examining these strange bedsheets. ]

Hey, kid, after you're done sticking your hand in that toilet and washing it, pass over the knife.

[ Just what is Jake going to do with a knife... That sounds dangerous. ]

[puzzlinglad]

[Hershel didn't want to be near his own hands, Jake, thank you very much. He repeats the process with this new wad of toilet paper in the sink, only uncovering his mouth and nose to take a closer look when it seemed clean. At least this one was easier to clean.]

[He regards the lighter for a moment, realizing he wasn't very familiar with them when it takes him a few tries to figure how to try and light it. Nothing, he wasn't surprised, it had been in a lot of gross and not so gross water.] This one had a lighter, but it doesn't seem to work.

[At Jake's request he walks over to pick up the knife, regarding Jake curiously as he held it out for Jake to grab. It was pretty clean Jake, you're welcome.] Here you go- do you have an idea of what we need it for?

[skyentificmethod]

[Ema looks from the key in her hand to Hershel to the keyhole by the door. What...what if it opened the way outside, and there really hadn't been any need for any digging around in toilets to begin with? It seemed a little improbable... No, wait, considering her experience with Calhoun thus far, she found it completely probable. But he was already doing such a good job with finding useful stuff in there, he'd even gotten Jake to quit his kvetching...

...It wouldn't hurt to check out what was on this computer first, she decides, and connects the USB cable, wiggling the mouse to wake the PC]

Jake, are you going to fix the sheets?

[fairsfair]

[ Jake takes the knife (no thank you for cleaning it up, it's still gross that it was in the toilet in the first place), and kneels down to the bed. ]

Yeah, looks like someone cut them out and sewed them to the wrong sheets. They're filthy, so we should probably try washing them first.

[ He'll just get to cutting out the bedsheets in each of the cells. ]

[formicarium]

[ As Ema connects the mouse and wakes up the monitor from its sleep mode, it turns on to... a blank grey wall. How anti-climatic, but, a second later, a very familiar voice comes through the monitor's speakers... ]

Helllllll-ooooooo! I hope you didn't miss me!

[ Coming on screen is your favourite little mouse...! ]

[puzzlinglad]

[Ema, if he had to do this for nothing it really would be the best day ever. This puzzle couldn't get any better really, even their friend Calhoun was here... Despite having shifted through literal shit and not being all that fond of cosplay mouse for his nonsense with Ema Hershel tries to be a polite English gentleman.] Ah... hello Calhoun.

[He glances over at one of the beds- oh, he hadn't really noticed the sheets.] I see- I wonder what on earth this lighter is for then. [And with that oh so useful comment he heads over to the bottom left cell, time to do his fun job...]

[skyentificmethod]

[look man, we are all dealing with shit now that the rodent has appeared. her knee-jerk reaction is to do something rash--such as knock over the monitor and maybe set it on fire, there's a way to use the lighter--but instead she whirls and stomps back over to the foot locker, attempting to open it with the newly-made key. the monitor is obviously not important after all.]

[fairsfair]

[ ... Jake is going to rip out his eardrums instead of listening to that rat's annoying voice echo throughout this room. ]

Like this place wasn't annoying enough...

[ Just ignoring the monitor and cutting out the rest of his bedsheets. He'll meet back in the centre of the room with Ema once he's done. ]

[formicarium]

[ Calhoun does not seem pleased that Ema and Jake are ignoring him. ]

How rude! Are you guys going to say hello to me too? At least one of you test subjects are decently nice.

... Even if he's putting his hand down a toilet.

[ Snicker snicker. He will have pleasure in watching Hershel do that, since the poor kid will pull out another item in soggy toilet paper. This time, it's an empty wallet. ]

[ As for Ema, the key turns in the lock, and a small 'click' can be heard. The locker can now be opened, but there's nothing much in it, asides from a small jar with white power. If opened and smelt, it appears to be laundry detergent. ]

[puzzlinglad]

[He regrets saying hello to you, Calhoun. He's just going to deal with toilet number three, moving to the sink, etc etc.]

You could have given us a plunger or... I don't know, anything. A stick. Soap... [He kind of murmurs the last bit to himself, finishing cleaning off his wonderful prize before speaking up again.] This time it's a wallet.

[He opens it.] ... nothing in it, though. I don't really see why we even need some of these things. [He glances at Calhoun.] ... Calhoun, we do need these, don't we? [Did you just want him to stick his hand in a toilet multiple times cosplay mouse?]

[skyentificmethod]

[continuing to ignore Calhoun (stop talking to him!!), Ema plugs and fills up one of the sinks not filled with toilet items, then dumps most of the detergent in. (the rest is saved for Hershel, since by now she almost feels bad for him)]

C'mon, Jake, wash those fabric pieces in here so we can get done with this.

[fairsfair]

[ Jake also decides to ignore Calhoun because maybe it'll shut up if no one is talking to it (Hershel, you don't count). So, he heads over to the cells Ema's in and looks at the clogged up sink. ]

Here goes nothing.

[ Let's see if all four sheets wash or not...! ]

[formicarium]

[ Snicker snicker. ]

I don't know! Maybe they're important, maybe they're not. Maybe you've just stuck your hand in the toilet for no reason, who knows!

[ He won't give an answer or hint, not when it seems like his test subjects are doing a good job so far. He sees Jake washing the oil-like substance off the sheets. With that, Jake (and Ema) can see what those four sheets clearly say: ]

Fabric A:
Started a fire mainly for fun,
Only to realize what he had done.
A man was killed and a woman too,
He was locked up with the other few.


Fabric B
The artist who can draw in a flash,
Realized that she was low on cash.
Spent the night making bills,
Thrown in jail for poor decision skills.


Fabric C
The boy started with a fish,
Took his knife and made it swish.
Watched it bleed and quickly die,
Then moved to humans to see them cry.


Fabric D
Walking down an empty street,
Suddenly faced with the concrete.
Yelled and beaten for a theft,
No wallet or money, he was left.

[puzzlinglad]

[Hershel sighs, deciding to finally just go with Ema and Jake's admittedly way more intelligent plan of ignoring Calhoun's existence for a while. He goes to the last room, the bottom right (I think??) and leaves the wallet and lighter on the sink as he just gets it over with and sticks his poor, abused hand into the last toilet.

At least this was the last one, thank goodness. The pocket knife was useful so it wasn't all in vain, probably.]

[skyentificmethod]

Seems like the notes relate to the stuff in the toilets. And there are name plates on the beds...think the names are the code or something?

[fairsfair]

We got a safe that needs four letters, so my bet's on entering one of those names.

[ But let him place out these fabrics in the right parts of the bed. Let's see... Bedsheet A goes on Bed 2, Bedsheet B goes on Bed 4, Bedsheet C on Bed 1, and Bedsheet D on Bed 3... ]

[formicarium]

[ Another toilet-paper wrapped up item for Hershel! This time, it appears to be... wet and soggy bills? As in money bills, American currency, even, but the ink is clearly dripping off the sheets and there are a few visual mistakes on these bills. Hmmm... ]

[ As for the clean bedsheets, all of them perfectly align with the stationary sheets. ]

[puzzlinglad]

[Hershel is really unsure of how to clean these, more water might ruin them. He decides to just unwrap them from the toilet paper for now and lay them down on the sink, hurrying over to the sink in the cell across to wash his poor hand.]

[He glances over at Ema and Jake as he cleans himself, what a day.] There was money in that one? I don't really recognize it though, and I doubt it's real. A wallet, a pocket knife, money and a lighter- all things you'd find in someone's pocket. [He shrugs, as if he's unsure if that means anything at all. Who knew.]

[skyentificmethod]

[she hands him the rest of the detergent so he can wash properly, but concentrates on sussing out what's wrong here]

They go along with the poems on the sheets. The arsonist on fabric A is the lighter, and so on. But there's no way to narrow it down. We're missing something...

[and then she remembers, the other journal she'd neglected upon Calhoun's appearance. she heads over to flip through it in the hopes it held another clue]

[formicarium]

[ This notebook has been well used, as it's worn along the edges and many of the pages are filled. Most of them are illegible, but a few pages, containing the following: ]

         throws all the          who                  in here, but I'm sure one of them is innocent. I spend my whole day here, I talk with each          that comes by. I'm sure that one of them is innocent. I'd bet my life on it.

I set the         's password to their name. I modified the         , though, so if anyone enters the wrong name or password, then it'll freeze and set off the alarm. No one will be taking our         .

[fairsfair]

[ Jake will stand over by the safe, taking a look at it. Okay, it looks like they can enter letters in this, instead of just numbers. He'll yell over his shoulder. ]

Find anything?

[puzzlinglad]

Oh- thank you very much, Ema. [Ema you're a god among men. BRB as Hershel kind of continues to be out of the loop because he's busy cleaning his hand like he just stuck it in four dirty toilets. This going to take a while.]

[When he is done he inspects his hand before unrolling his sleeve with a soft sigh, happy that part is over with. He heads over to the sheets to finally check them out, reading the poems with a furrowed brow. Well, that sort of explained the toilet stuff. He then heads over to Ema to take a peek at what she's looking at.]

[skyentificmethod]

[she angles the journal so he can see.]

According to this, one of the guys locked up in here was innocent. Their name is the password to the safe. ...You think it was 'Alex,' the fabric D person? From the rhyme, it kinda seems like they were more a victim than a perp.