[indent] [/indent][h3][hr][color=SandyBrown]Pebble Meyers[/color][/h3][hr][sup][@Alamantus][@Vertigo][/sup][indent] [/indent]
In the cabinets were a strange collection of objects, which Pebs retrieved to place on the counter after each opened door. Slowly but steadily, she accrued a pile of miscellaneous items that seemed to fit together only because each one seemed to have no explanation as to why they were in the room in the first place. Surely, if they had been kidnapped, the kidnapper would be smart enough to clear the room of possible tools before locking their victims inside?

That aside, though, Pebs waa grateful for the new discoveries. Though some seemed less useful than others, like the tangle of wires compared to the two different-sized batteries, others seemed to have an immediate use, like the screwdriver. 

[color=SandyBrown]“At least we got a screwdriver,”[/color] she said, selecting the screwdriver and folded paper from the pile and heading over to Duncan. Then, after handing him the screwdriver with a [color=SandyBrown]“You’d probably get more use out of this than me,”[/color] she opened up the lined paper for them both to see. Was it as blank and innocuous as it seemed?