Stone will find traces of Robin... well, all over. This was her space and her space alone for a very long time, her scent is practically overbearing. He'll be able to ascertain she was definitely here... but, as for tracking it elsewhere, that doesn't seem to work. Notably, he won't find any hints of new blood, or potential other injuries.
There are also not any spirits obviously in the area, hostile or otherwise. It seems as if whatever drew them to protecting the Lighthouse is mostly dispelled, now that it's in pieces. No matter how long they stay, or how many trips it takes to retrieve the supplies, no spirits will stop by.
However, there is some good news. While calling and knocking nicely does not seem to get them anywhere, Sora's keyblade comes in clutch — the door will swing open, providing entrance to an extremely musty dusty storage room.
The inside is mostly in good repair, though it is very obvious that nobody has been in here for quite some time. Hopefully none of them have dust allergies! Curiously, there are boxes upon boxes upon boxes of binders, folders, books, and packets of papers. The significance of the papers is a little hard to track, but looking through them will show them to be lists. Lists upon lists of items, of an astonishing variety. Some of the items are pedestrian, from bandages to tube socks, some of them are more remarkable, like varied sorts of weaponry, differing types of seeds, halloween decorations, and honestly, anything you could ever hope to want.
And each item has some kind of code or coordinate to match. Some items even have multiple coordinates, with some noted to be expired or unreliable. The coordinates system isn't familiar to any of the explorers, or following any pattern they can recognize. However, it seems as if they've found quite an extensive catalogue, and while it's a bit dated, the papers are all legible and in good condition, but it'd take months, maybe years, to go through it all.
There's a silver lining in all the dust, though — in the midst of all the dusty paperwork are more terminals, computers, and tech stowed in a corner. All of it seems even older than the busted and rusted stuff destroyed in the Lighthouse collapse, however, there are some functioning units. And quick investigation of the system shows that every last piece of paper in the warehouse has already been exhaustively uploaded and compiled. Well... mostly. There's a document on the device that is labeled, !fuck this.
It reads, simply, i give up. i have nothing but time here and i still give up. nobody here needs xylophones or xerox machines. i see numbers and letters all the time, even with my eyes closed. i stopped checking if the inputs were correct after monocle. if the next keeper has more ambition and patience than me, then you can finish typing this shit in. i'm done.
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There are also not any spirits obviously in the area, hostile or otherwise. It seems as if whatever drew them to protecting the Lighthouse is mostly dispelled, now that it's in pieces. No matter how long they stay, or how many trips it takes to retrieve the supplies, no spirits will stop by.
However, there is some good news. While calling and knocking nicely does not seem to get them anywhere, Sora's keyblade comes in clutch — the door will swing open, providing entrance to an extremely musty dusty storage room.
The inside is mostly in good repair, though it is very obvious that nobody has been in here for quite some time. Hopefully none of them have dust allergies! Curiously, there are boxes upon boxes upon boxes of binders, folders, books, and packets of papers. The significance of the papers is a little hard to track, but looking through them will show them to be lists. Lists upon lists of items, of an astonishing variety. Some of the items are pedestrian, from bandages to tube socks, some of them are more remarkable, like varied sorts of weaponry, differing types of seeds, halloween decorations, and honestly, anything you could ever hope to want.
And each item has some kind of code or coordinate to match. Some items even have multiple coordinates, with some noted to be expired or unreliable. The coordinates system isn't familiar to any of the explorers, or following any pattern they can recognize. However, it seems as if they've found quite an extensive catalogue, and while it's a bit dated, the papers are all legible and in good condition, but it'd take months, maybe years, to go through it all.
There's a silver lining in all the dust, though — in the midst of all the dusty paperwork are more terminals, computers, and tech stowed in a corner. All of it seems even older than the busted and rusted stuff destroyed in the Lighthouse collapse, however, there are some functioning units. And quick investigation of the system shows that every last piece of paper in the warehouse has already been exhaustively uploaded and compiled. Well... mostly. There's a document on the device that is labeled, !fuck this.
It reads, simply, i give up. i have nothing but time here and i still give up. nobody here needs xylophones or xerox machines. i see numbers and letters all the time, even with my eyes closed. i stopped checking if the inputs were correct after monocle. if the next keeper has more ambition and patience than me, then you can finish typing this shit in. i'm done.
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