>>6121949>>6121951>>6122013>Peek out through the almost opaque glass.The film that covers it is thin enough to let some light in, but thick enough to obscure most vision, making the basement a rather secure place for privacy since the only door is always locked. On the other hand though, it means that trying to see anything on the outside is more of a challenge than your eyes can handle, and the dirt and grime that's been caked on over the years doesn't help. Though with the day over, you know that plenty of students will either be going home or heading to their after-school activities. Who's going to notice if you press your hands up to try and get a better look?
A few vague blobs of shadow move along outside, none paying any attention to your unremarkable little window. For a moment you think that one of them stops as your eyes fall on it, but it continues on soon after. Maybe checking its phone.
There comes a tap on the wood from the bottom of the ladder, with Lorelei smirking up at you with her bag slung over her shoulder.
"Looking hard or hardly looking?"
She snickers through her nose. A low, breathy noise that comes from her chest with hardly any effort.
"We clear yet? Everything's ready for us to get this quest on the road."
Once all the blobs have disappeared, you tell Lorelei the coast is clear and open up the window to its usual groaning squeak. You clamber out of the stale stasis of the basement and into the fresh, cool breeze of the open air. With a clean breath in your lungs you help Lorelei out next, but your first steps of the adventure are suddenly met with an obstacle. A very big obstacle.
A schoolmate, towering over the both of you like a titan among mice, was stopped in her tracks as the two of you made your exit. She looks from your pair to the window then back at you. The colossus asks warily what you were doing in the basement, imposing in few words that she suspects another 'Janitor Incident' was taking place.
"N-No! Nothing like that, it was just- we were..."
Lorelei stammers, her incanting tongue tangling and twisting over itself until she gives you a nudge on the back to come in with an assist.
>Present your handmade club card and tell her you're the Mystery Investigation Club! This is your clubroom!>Go for the vague approach. Oh you know, this and that, stuff and things, just... hanging out. In the basement.>Flirt. Poorly.>Write-in 