First Investigation

[airlockedmods]

[It's been five days since the Champions woke up in the space station, and three days since Bolton's first incentive. And this morning, like the day of the incentive, Bolton is not in the library for his morning office hours. Unlike the day of the incentive, there is no breakfast being served either. The space station is still open for the champions' exploration, but there's something eerie about the suspension of routine, like unfinished business hanging in the air.

The Art Room door is ajar. Maybe someone's channeling their inner art student and pulling an all-nighter...?]

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[damnfourthemerald]

[Investigate? >Y
What's there by the trunk, since Lightning's got the bed? Is there anything in the trunk?]

[airlockedmods]

[There are two folded sheets of paper sitting on top of the trunk. They aren't addressed to anyone here, but they aren't exactly sealed up, so...]

[damnfourthemerald]

[Welp, the dead don't need their privacy or their papers anymore, so what do they say?]

[airlockedmods]

[I can do you one better: here is the first and the second.]

[damnfourthemerald]

[Well. That's...really optimistic and hopeful to be writing letters to people they can't likely contact but. One is in cursive and one in print. It's probably just a difference of respect--the letter to parents is more subdued and less enthusiastic. But still, to make sure, the handwriting between them is the same? Is there anything else on them, any kind of stain of paint or tearstain or blotch of ink that shows up when you press down but don't write, etc?]

[airlockedmods]

[The handwriting appears to be the same. There's nothing else in particular going on with them.]