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It took a few steps for Daimyon and Felix to get into the same rhythm with their steps to make sure they moved forward evenly and did not stretch Isaiah's body unnecessarily. Once that was done though, there were no problems and the four exchanged some chit-chat as they walked along. Uncanny situations sure had a way of building camaraderie. The poet almost wished their fifth man would join in on the pleasantries, though he also suspected that the Infinite Blood Donor would not be in nearly as cheery of a mood.

Either way Daimyon was delighted that the current group got along. He had a feeling that the bear did not lie when he said that they would be stuck here for a while. That, among the dozen other mysteries that surrounded the entire situation, seemed clear at least. It did not mean he had already lost hope of ever smelling the fresh air again, naturally—quite the opposite. He had faith in his...[i]more determined[/i] fellows to step up to the plate and become the salvation for everyone. Though escape room—escape hospital, whatever—scenarios have never been his cup of tea, he was also ready and willing to do his part should it have come to that. Even if they were little steps at first.

Like exploring the facility and measuring up what they had to go with exactly. His suggestion was received with enthusiasm; Krista and Felix both agreed that they should try to look for a music room. Sure, it was not the most vital place for their survival—but even the hardest workers had to relax sometimes. Occasional recreation was essential so that they did not go mad from the isolation and only having each other—complete strangers with a few exceptions—for company. Not to mention that Daimyon secretly hoped he could find a lute there to go with the bard outfit in his room!

[color=SeaGreen]“Sounds good. Though I wonder if we should all go there,”[/color] he said, adding a pause for effect, [color=SeaGreen]“or if I should leave you both to your affair.”[/color]
He smiled at the two. If they truly wished to combine their artistic—and other—skills, he would only encourage them. Perhaps write a commemorative poem in the end to sign the start of a new...partnership. Maybe Felix joked, maybe he did not—either way he had to try now!

Shortly after they arrived at the door which had Isaiah's pixellated face plastered on it. It was the last room on the corner before the corridor turned.
[color=SeaGreen]“Someone's got his e-handbook, right?”[/color]

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With a job well-done, the dream team was ready for the next adventure. Daimyon was, at least, and he hoped his spirit would radiate off to the others.

[color=SeaGreen]“So! Off to find ourselves a music room, shall we? We should try the resort, if you ask me. If we are to find tunes somewhere, I'd wager it would be there.”[/color]
He pointed down the corridor which ended in a gate. Ahead of the gate was the sign which...well, signed that through the gate was the resort. Now, a resort could have been and could have contained a great many things, so nothing was guaranteed. It could not have been a deathtrap at least. That would have been...too obvious for any self-respecting evil mastermind. There was no harm in checking it out.

[color=SeaGreen]“Oh, Krista, if you allow me a moment.”[/color]
Once they were at the gate, Daimyon gestured towards the door to the left, which led to his room. He slid his e-handbook through the authentication device and quickly stepped inside. Everything was as he left it. The decorative drapes, the bed, the sizeable wardrobe...and the gift, which lay peacefully on the table. Aside from the loosened wrap it was as good as new; the poet made sure the receiver would get the full experience. Honestly he was kind of surprised at himself that he remembered it so quickly—smaller matters usually got lost in the expansive fantasy world that was his mind. Perhaps it was walking besides his room that reminded him. He could try doing it more often...

He did not wait or think up any overly pompous lines but instead handed the small box over to its rightful owner with a delighted smile.
[color=SeaGreen]“Here. May it serve the instrument and its master well!”[/color]

It occurred to him once they stepped through the—easily opened—gate that he might have forgot to lock or rather, fully close the door to his room. [i]‘Ah well’[/i], he thought, [i]‘still plenty to work on in that regard.’[/i]

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The resort looked...much like the hospital building, in its layout at least. Daimyon expected everything from palm trees to dark cages, but instead he felt like when he had first stepped out of the elevator: seeing the same white and grey walls begging for a new coat of paint, walking upon the same tiles on the floor. Even coming to hear the same muffled chatter! They were not the first people to think about investigating the resort. The primary difference was that there were significantly fewer rooms here, most of them rather sizeable. Maybe...an auditorium was one of them? That would have been something!

[color=SeaGreen]“All right!”[/color] He clapped his hands together in enthusiasm. [color=SeaGreen]“Let's find ourselves a music room!”[/color]

The team split up, each heading towards separate areas to cover the most ground. A sightly fountain caught Daimyon's eyes first and he walked up to it. If he had someone to chat with, maybe he would not have even left. There were none though, so he looked around and picked out a direction on a whim.

That was how he ended up in a vast-looking library. Filled bookshelves spanned the walls and there were also a few chairs and tables so that one could sit down and absorb whatever reading material they had picked out in peace. For the poet, this was one of the best places he could have ended up in—and that raised his mood even further.

[color=SeaGreen]“Ah, I'm not the first to stumble upon this wonderful place. I hope you don't mind a third detective joining the case.”[/color]
He addressed the two people already inside and in the midst of thorough exploration. One of them was the knight whose name he swore he would not forget...Shona, yes, and the other was the robotic monk Mondatta. Both serious individuals, as far as he could tell, so it was no surprise that they both found the place that housed the most information in the building. While they scoured over encyclopaedias, scientific material and books concerning current events, Daimyon took it to the literature section.

He ran his fingers through a row of books—finding quite a bit of dust in the process—and murmured out some of the titles. There was everything a man could want, from true classics to new age novels. He was already contemplating which one should he pick up and bring back to his room for off-hours when his eyes stopped upon a small gap between the heavy tomes. Not so much of a gap, but a small booklet that was very conspicuous among its larger and thicker peers. Daimyon carefully picked it out, noting the starkly different colour scheme as well. It looked like someone had left a children's book in the adult section.

[color=SeaGreen]“Well, well, what are you doing here...”[/color] he muttered and opened up the unfitting document almost as a reflex.

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