Vaylar Rising — IC

[Scratcherclaw]

Sven shrugs, pointing toward the shower pane. "That was written on the shower with soap. So either the maids here really suck, or he left us some kind of clue."

[ratwizard]

Antoine sighs, finding the alarm clock to be still working, telling no clues. "Guess we should search the rest of this place, top to bottom, starting with that air vent," he says, nodding up toward the rhythmic rattling.

He does a thorough search of the room, checking for anything they might have missed under the bed, behind the TV, under the drawers. He also takes a quick peek back through the clothes to gain any sense of build of this Mathias character.

OOC

What size of clothing? Is it apparent if it is for a masc- or femme-presenting body?

[BartNL]

John shrugs. "Not enough to be a full address. Locker or room number is more likely."

[Namelessjake]

Clothing

The clothing appears to be of a medium size. It could be considered unisex, but leaning more masc.

[greysigil]

Jug walks into the room, their servos gently whirring. They survey the chaos, piecing together a story in their processor.

"Observation: Misfortune it seems to be. Affirmation: I agree with Tone, we should scour this place for information." They say, their volume returning to a conversational volume. Their eyelights flicker as they adjust their optics, scanning the room more thoroughly, trying to assess the damage, searching for a pattern, a sign of a direction the involved parties went.

Mechanics

Int/Notice: [2d6]=7

[ratwizard]

Mechanics

Wis/Notice: [2d6-1]=7-1=6

Roll for my above actions of searching the full room, including the air vent

[Namelessjake]

Jug

Your logic circuits run through the most likely scenarios assigning probabilities to each, determining the most likely course of events was that the door was broken open by one or more persons who then proceeded to enter the room. The lead was likely then ambushed, being tackled into the TV, smashing its screen. The assailant would then have be pulled off and thrown into the nightstand, knocking the lamp and alarm clock to the floor before being subdued.

Antoine

Peering into the air vent, you are unable to spot anything amiss, though the rhythmic rattling continues, seeming to come from deeper inside the vent. Your search of the room's drawers turns up nothing though, finding them empty as one would expect, however looking under the bed, on the side next to the fallen lamp and clock, you find a pair of one time use zip tie style handcuffs, the sort carried by undercover police or agents in lieu of sturdier but more obvious cuffs.

[ratwizard]

Climbing to his feet after searching beneath the bed, Antoine holds up a discarded pair of zip-ties. "Seems like our friend's been taken." He frowns, a distant, dark look in his eyes.

How we supposed to find this fellow, or their datafiles now? he asks himself. I wonder if that gal next door heard anything. This shit doesn't look like a clean capture.

[Scratcherclaw]

"Maybe he knew they were coming and that's why he left that number in the soap," Sven says after Antoine's revelation, frowning as the zip ties are held up. That, or the maids suck and someone here was kinky. Not exactly five star accommodations.

[Namelessjake]

"Not good, based on our orders that means we need to either rescue him or make sure the Escriosians can't get anything more out of him. Either way we need to find him" Jin says at the realisation.