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...you see another code. Of course.

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"If it means I get to knock this time, sure." He walked over to the door to knock. "Any objections?"

He stares at it for a moment. He turns to look at the rest of the group. He looks back at the door.

He sighs.

"Well, submitted for your consideration, it's another freaking door, you guys. Do we dare mess with it?"

He didn't like the thought of seeing a magic code inside his eyelids. He kept watch around the group while the Ghast and Wolf had their eyes closed.

...some of the more aware members may notice a door on the back wall. The door is green, but that's all you can make out at this distance.

She made a low growling noise as she stared at her Board. Where was her helper? Granted, he would be an awfully powerful variable, but at least that would be something!

Realizing her shoulderblades had gotten pushed out, the Hostess straightened and tried to calm down. She most certainly didn't need more Streets, thank you very much.

At the thought, she allowed herself to spend a few minutes arguing with herself about which Street she would even get. Anger? Impatience? Something from the L/O/L glitchpile? Restlessness?

...probably that last one.

Agh! She was getting distracted again! Stupid dead apathy, making her not care about staying focused... how long was resurrection going to take, anyways?!

"Now that I think about it, that'd probably be really disrespectful," she muttered. After one last, longing look, she shut her pointer and slipped it back into her glove. "Okay, so... What now?" She stared at Cal's body for several seconds. "Should have been a mystery writer," she sighed. "Any ideas, O Master Turkey?"

Words wrote themselves across their eyelids, blue fire forming in an elegant cursive script. "You're not the only one," they said, before pulling out the pen they had used earlier and a notepad from a pocket. They wrote down the words and bit their lip. "A code again. Let me just..." They pulled out their cell phone and entered the first code, which didn't take that long to translate. "Madame Who? Oh, no, wait... Could it be?" they murmured to themself. They did a little more, then nodded. "Right, that makes sense." They pulled up something else, typed again. "What? What did- Wait, did she...?" They opened a menu, scrolled down, selected something. "Right, okay- Crumb. This is not good." They looked up at everyone else and sighed. "Well, I may or may not have accidentally killed us all. I am so, so, so sorry."

"My knocking is better than dealing with what happened last time again." He blinked. "Wait. Wait. Wait." He closed his eyes. "Am I the only one seeing words of blue fire when my eyes are closed?"

They paused. "Okay, so, maybe not a good idea, but the best idea we have, is what I mean."

He shrugged and tossed the card into his hammerspace. "So, Should we try another door? I'll knock this time."

They started walking towards the other balcony. "If necessary, we can see what we can do with them, but I'd rather keep them in reserve so that we don't start cursing having a Witch of Doom instead of a Rogue of Doom at some important moment."

He crossed his arms. "Rogue and Witch. Too many classes, not enough aspects. Oops."

Flipping it over, though, you see it has text spelling out Rogue.

He shrugged and walked over, scooping up the card.

They straighten and look at the White Wolf. "Hey, would you mind grabbing this one?" they call.

'Looks some conspiracy nonsense, to me. Voids opening and magics getting learnt and mysterious cards about the place and all that dopey bollocks. Normal stuff for a masquerade party. Er.' Mister Turkey paused and considered. 'I think. Never been to a masquerade party. Probably because everybody who holds them ends up dying halfway through.' He stood by Cal's body, looked at the body, looked at the stick.

'So you're going to poke it, now?' he asked, scratching his forehead and wondering how this was going to help anyone other than the local telescoping stick salesmen.

It has a C worked into its back. Do you pick it up?

"We can at least check it out." They waved to everyone else to follow, then started towards the second staircase.

"Do you guys reckon there's another door we could check out on the right-hand staircase?"

"Don't worry, I have a stick," she said, patting her left glove. "Knew that'd come in handy. Hey, I don't supposed you've happened to read everyone else's--ehrm, ahem, I mean, watched what everyone else has been doing? Because I'll freely admit, I have no idea what's been happening." They were nearly to Cal's body by that point, and the Crimson Woman pulled something that looked like a metal pen out of her glove. She grabbed the end of it and pulled; the thing telescoped out, becoming a sizable metal pointer. She held it up straight in front of her, grinning. "Even has a magnetic point," she said. "Never know when you might need that."

"It looks like whatever corpse she used was already dead," they said. "Other than that, though, I can't find anything else. I think we really will have to go exploring."

The Musician followed, still not entirely over the feeling of being watched. I mean, it stood to reason that if Calliope wasn't dead that she was somewhere, and if she was somewhere, she'd probably be keeping an eye on the party...

"Thanks." Sapphire smiled at The Musician, "I guess that's a good way of looking at it." They looked up at the banister where the Ghast was. "I'll head up there and join the Ghast now, if you don't mind. Seems like a good idea." They walked up the stairs and joined the Garnet Ghast at the railing.

'And in order to do that we will stand next to the corpse and poke it with a stick,' Mister Turkey said, nodding. 'Instead of staying here where it's safe and eating ice cream.' Mister Turkey nodded.

'Let's go,' he said, continuing to nod. 'This is a great plan. I don't have a stick but I can probably use my finger.' And he nodded away as he walked, wistfully thinking back to the refreshment table.