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[cottoncandypink]

This is getting ridiculous. Wilford has no idea what he's doing wrong. He hasn't been in this kind of situation in years. He's better than this. He got where he is now because he knows how to figure these things out. And he can't, and it's infuriating.

He's taken over the area by the fire, spreading out pages of notes and photographs and clippings on the table, going through all of it to see if he's missed anything. The only space on the table not covered in paper is taken up by a napkin with a couple of hotteok (this time), which he's been completely ignoring while he works.

If anybody happened to take a look at the papers spread out on the table, they'd find something fit for a horror movie. Photos of bloody scenes in what appears to be a themed children's restaurant, reports of mutilations, and non-sensical interviews with people raving about demonic animatronics. If anybody who stopped by last three times happens to spot the papers and photos on the table, they'll see they're the exact same papers and photos, in the exact same layout, with the addition of a few (more) hand-written notes in red ink.

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[for_good_taste]

A tall, balding man in a dark suit pauses on his way back from the Bar. He's got a cup of coffee in one hand, a gadget in the other, and a briefcase under one arm.

“You appear to be stuck,” he says. “Would you like a second opinion?”

[vyvyan]

Vyvyan doesn't come over at all this time. He's just sitting watching TV, occasionally raising the volume.