[The initial impression isn't of picture perfect neatness but it's not exactly messy either. The bed is hastily made and the door to the wardrobe is slightly ajar. Behind the door to the room is another shovel, but unlike the one in Belarus's room this one has had most of the dirt knocked off it.
On the desk is a number of empty liquor bottles, with the exception of a half-empty bottle of wine. One of the smaller bottles has been filled with water and is currently being used as a vase for flowers clipped from the garden. The bottles in the cabinet are mostly empty as well but there are still a number of full ones. As well as the bottles there are a number of books piled up on the desk, mostly novels but there are a few non-fiction books on the cultures and histories of various other countries.
In the desk drawer is the previously mentioned diary along with the letter opener and the full bottle of chloroform. There are also a few blank pages of fancy stationary although it seems a number of sheets have been screwed up and thrown into the wastepaper basket near by]
Wasn't he the one who passed out from trying to pour his chloroform down the sink?
[Susan frowns slightly - had he managed to pass out so quickly he hadn't even dumped it all? Whatever the case, it didn't seem as if chloroform was a factor in this mystery. She'll head for the closet and open it.]
What, seriously? I mean that might be funny if I did it, but for a guy who's supposed to be like a thousand years old, that's just kind of sad. Remind me to never visit Latvia when I become rich and famous enough to tour Europe.
[He'll start looking under the bed then while Susan's at the closet.]
[Susan will naturally reach for the haphazard set to see if there's anything different about it in comparison to the rest.]
I don't know if I want to visit any of these countries, really. It would be terribly disillusioning to know that the place you live has a collective IQ that's unfavorably comparable to a five year old.
[There's a little vomit on the front and sleeve of the jumper but Susan should also be able to recognise them as the clothes Latvia was wearing yesterday. Other than that there's nothing out of the ordinary about them]
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[totally being read.]
I'll meet Stiles in Ruby Wing so the two of us can moderate one another.
[And off Susan goes to Latvia's room.]
Latvia's Room
On the desk is a number of empty liquor bottles, with the exception of a half-empty bottle of wine. One of the smaller bottles has been filled with water and is currently being used as a vase for flowers clipped from the garden. The bottles in the cabinet are mostly empty as well but there are still a number of full ones. As well as the bottles there are a number of books piled up on the desk, mostly novels but there are a few non-fiction books on the cultures and histories of various other countries.
In the desk drawer is the previously mentioned diary along with the letter opener and the full bottle of chloroform. There are also a few blank pages of fancy stationary although it seems a number of sheets have been screwed up and thrown into the wastepaper basket near by]
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[The first thing he heads towards is the desk drawer, where he finds the bottle of chloroform.] Looks like someone didn't get the memo.
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[Susan frowns slightly - had he managed to pass out so quickly he hadn't even dumped it all? Whatever the case, it didn't seem as if chloroform was a factor in this mystery. She'll head for the closet and open it.]
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[He'll start looking under the bed then while Susan's at the closet.]
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In the wardrobe his clothes are hung up in no particular order, although there seems to be a set thrown in haphazardly towards the back]
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I don't know if I want to visit any of these countries, really. It would be terribly disillusioning to know that the place you live has a collective IQ that's unfavorably comparable to a five year old.
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