.......

Ah...!! I'm not sure.... which one I want!

If I'd known that some dude was gonna disappear from that party, I would've shown up and actually had something to drink.  Be a better reason to have a headache now, anyway.( Locked to SEES + the Investigation Team )

Need to get out for some more shopping soon.  Anybody seen any markets in town that have lotus root?  Shogayu just ain't cutting it right now.

Ah.....





.... is today Sunday?

.......




My head hurts. I think I'll just go back to bed.

I'm not that experienced with this kind of thing, but is it normal to only remember bits and pieces of what happened last night?

Th-Thank you for the shirt....?

THE ONLY PERSON I WILL EVER MARRY IS BIG BROTHER.

Um.. I don't remember getting married at all!!

But this cake is really good! Ryoji, I'm going to bring you some!

How Troublesome.

[At 12:01, a minute after midnight – a minute after the Dark Hour – every television on the island switches on.

 

Grainy, flickering images like surveillance camera footage appear on the screen, most colors washed out to green and grey versions of themselves, but what the camera shows makes little sense. After all, why would someone have a surveillance camera in a cave? Or a tremendous computer screen with several desks worth of instrumentation and a massive, thronelike chair facing it? And what's that shadow coming from offscreen right? It looks like... a dinosaur?

 

The chair swivels around, slowly, to face the camera. There, sitting with his fingers steepled and a frown on his face, is Tim Drake. He's dressed in what seems to be an odd combination of ninja costume and Special Forces gear, and his eyes are glowing golden.]

 

Good evening, New Moore! And welcome. You're all about to get a sneak preview of a brand-new program tonight. I'm your host, Tim Wayne, and this is 'CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET?'

 

[The computer screen behind him flashes with glowing text spelling out the title, and then shows hundreds of file folders being opened, thousands of documents having their security cracked and filling the screen with tiny, unreadable thumbnails.

 

He is smirking openly now.]

 

Any city has its share of secrets. Every person does too. And we're always snooping into them, always assuming that the little things you don't know are soooo important. That's bad enough. You know what's worse, though?

 

[He glances offscreen briefly, giving someone or something a significant look.]

 

Keeping secrets. That's what really hurts you. What worms into your lives, breaks apart your relationships, makes you hide, paranoid, in some...

 

[He lets out a brief, exasperated breath, and his voice turns bitter and sarcastic for a moment.]

 

… some 'Fortress of Solitude,' some hole in the ground, thinking that it's necessary, it's vital that this never gets out. Who could like you if they knew? How would you be safe?

 

But the truth is that hiding things makes people suspicious. Honesty makes you safe. You're hard at work bricking yourself up, driving people away, can't you see that? You're so obsessed with secrets that you ignore everyone, so of course, nobody likes you in the first place.

 

[That last sentence is almost a yell, and the yellow light in his eyes flares brightly.]

 

And you've got to learn. You just have to, for your own good, before you all turn into twisted shadows of your own... fathers.

 

[He grins, a wide, manic grin.]

 

SO! That's why we're all here tonight! To strip away these senseless barriers you're building, and to Reveal. The. Truth! To spill every secret anyone in this worthless place has hoarded, and then, as our Grande Finale...

 

[One deep breath, then another, and he leans back, calm again, as the camera zooms in for a close-up on those glowing eyes and the amused twitch of his lips.]

 

I'll show you what a real secret looks like.

......

Everyone please be careful if you have to go out at night.

Please.

 
  
Fuck!!!
 
 
 

Dude. This is the lamest life ever. I still gotta go to school! What the hell, man?!

Sorry to interrupt your party planning and dancing and eating and whatnot, but I need some last minute help with my outfit, since SOMEBODY decided to take care of my VERY FORMAL GAT and hide it somewhere. So, two choices:



A very passionate montera, or!!



The very formal and unique shtreimel.

Now, I know both of them would look cool, but which one would look better?

Hey, Atsumi.

Doing anything this Saturday?

I've had it with this shit!  What the Hell was that supposed to be, huh?  What sick sonofabitch would set up that kind of mindfuck?  Of all the friggin stunts this place has pulled...

You know what?  Forget it.  All of it.  As far as I'm concerned, the last few days didn't happen.

[The gruff voice is unmistakeably Shinjiro's, but it sounds lighter, and might be almost unrecognizable at first because of how cheerful and energetic he sounds.]

Hey, island!  I don't know where the Hell I am and I'm not sure I believe half the things you lunatics have been saying are for real, but that doesn't matter at the moment!  I'm lookin for a well-dressed third-year girl with red hair and a cool, take-charge attitude; and a white-haired skinny guy the same age with bandages on his face who doesn't really know how to deal with people!  Anybody seen 'em?  'Cause I gotta get out of here -- there's something important waiting for me back home -- but if they're here too, I'm not about to leave them.

HEY AKI!  'SURU!  YOU GUYS AROUND HERE ANYWHERE?

It looks like Atsumi-chan's skirt fits perfectly!

Ah...... so, what now?




Does anyone want to take me out? I've never been in this position before.....