Kylie scratches her lip, puzzled by the script. To the others, she says, "Have you read anything like this? It seems important, the way it was a focal point of this area."
[ +- ] the script
SCENE: ROGER’s Apartment.
A knock at the door.
ROGER: Abigail?
The door opens. LOUIS enters.
ROGER: Oh, it’s you.
LOUIS: Have you read it yet?
ROGER: Yeah, I read it.
LOUIS: And?
ROGER: It’s interesting, I’d like to read it again.
King walked back into the living room as Kylie showed them the script. "You mean to say all the mounted junk pointed to this? Part of a larger play?" King wasn't familiar with the material.
King looked at the items on the wall again. Prosthetic limbs as well? Perhaps they all pointed in some direction.
Sorry, to be clear, the cardboard box was left for your use on your FBI cover assignment - cataloging and typing the miscellany in the apartment. I thought the writing on the side would make that clear enough, I wasn't trying to be dodgy abt that. That's not a clue, that's for your use.
I just want to be super clear about how things are defined, and what is and isn't necessarily a clue, since there's going to be enough to confuse you soon enough. Trust me.
Sorry, to be clear, the cardboard box was left for your use on your FBI cover assignment - cataloging and typing the miscellany in the apartment. I thought the writing on the side would make that clear enough, I wasn't trying to be dodgy abt that. That's not a clue, that's for your use.
OOC:
Ah oops, I completely misunderstood, because the box was labeled as evidence. Sure thing, let me edit.
Kylie, perhaps in sudden fond memory of undergrad life is going to stay all night, and order pizza. She'll keep searching, using her phone to photograph everything, with detailed pics of things that may be important.