Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150708222546/@comment-25038310-20150713090245

The room was.. rather eery and not what Scav was completely used to. A bunk bed.. no single one. Jordan entered the room right after Scav, as if he had reappeared just when he passed the doorframe.

''"Room number.. 13? Oh oh!" ''Jordan chuckled, jumping on the top bed as he lay there.

Scav headed to the small table in the middle of the room, and pushed it towards the wall. He quickly started taking some notes in his investigator's diary, mostly describing whatever had happened until now - excluding Jordan, naturally.

Soon the table turned into some sort of replacement desk, as he placed an inkpot and a feather right on the edge of it. He supposed he had to meet up with the others soon enough. If he were the one in charge, he would rather invesitgate the mansion where the victim had been murdered now instead of later, although he was tired of the journey..