Slaughterhouse

Slaughterhouse is an Adventure Mission on Penacony.
==Steps==
#Receive a message from Sweet Dream Times
#Speak to Singler at Golden Hour
#Find all the scattered clues within the chaotic space
==Dialogue==
===Receive a message from Sweet Dream Times===
:
===Talk to Singler===
;(Speak to Singler)
:Singler: Hmmm... You look like you have something else on your mind. What is it?
: I'm here to investigate the truth!
:Singler: ...Oh?
:Singler: Your tone is quite... animated. The "truth" is a very serious word. I hope you will wield it with more prudence.
: You weren't the one who sent the agency's message?
::Singler: Hmmm...? You mean...
: I want to expose the truth of the hotel in the dreamscape!
::Singler: Oh...? So sudden...
:Singler: Ah, I remember now — I did send that agency message to the group, just that everyone mostly ignored me.
:Singler: The guests here are ambivalent about uncovering this truth... I myself was about to abandon this mission. The first person who willingly answered my call to investigate was you.
: I think there's something wrong with this place.
: The Family is definitely hiding something!
:Singler: Right? I feel that way too. I may not have concrete evidence, but as a reporter, sometimes you have to rely on your hunches.
:Singler: I can't always count on hunches to help me find the truth. But if there wasn't one, I wouldn't even dare embark on the first step of this investigation.
:Singler: I can see that you're someone who's also got real acute senses, and you're ripe with righteousness too — a rare combination in Penacony's Dreamscapes.
: I'm just someone who likes poking around on adventures.
: The avatar of righteousness has descended unto this Dreamscape.
:Singler: Good, very good. Now we've got motivation, brains, and...
:Singler's eyes quickly sweep over that baseball bat you hold in your hand.
:Singler: ...And, ahem, brawn. Let's not waste time — if you're up for it, we'll move out now.
:Singler: Before the Reverie hotel was completely locked down, I overheard a few rumors: At certain hours, a would suddenly appear in that hotel, and perhaps even mislead guests, sucking them into an otherworldly Dreamscape.
:Singler: What's stranger is that, when inquired, the guests who had experienced the incident couldn't recall what happened to them. I don't believe that their collective memory loss is a coincidence — it must have something to do with The Family.
:Singler: I think that will be the key to our progress in this investigation.
:Singler: Truth be told, I learned of a secret passage that leads into the Reverie on one of my investigations... But I was alone then, and didn't dare to venture forth by myself. Now that you're around, I can put my mind at ease.
:Singler: Let me know when you're all ready. We'll set off for the Reverie hotel then.
: Let's go.
::Singler: Okay, please follow me. And remember to keep a low profile, as we don't want any attention...
:;(Teleported to The Reverie (Dreamscape)'s Monitoring Room)
: Please wait for me.
::Singler: Of course, come seek me out when you're all ready.
;(Talk to Singler again)
:Singler: The syrup inebriates the tongue, and the night entrances the eyes. I wonder what prevents your heart from forgetting, to linger?
: I'm here to investigate the truth!
::Singler: Are you ready? Let's head out to the Reverie to unveil the truth.
:: Let's go.
:::Singler: Okay, please follow me. And remember to keep a low profile, as we don't want any attention...
::;(Teleported to The Reverie (Dreamscape)'s Monitoring Room)
:: Please wait for me.
:::Singler: Of course, come seek me out when you're all ready.
===Enter the hotel in the Dreamscape and investigate the mysterious painting.===
;(Approach Singler)
:Singler: ...This is it! That creepy painting floating in the middle of the hotel hallway. And it may even devour lost, unwitting guests too...
:Singler: Its existence is iron-clad proof that The Family has lost control of their Dreamscape!
:Singler: The Family must already know about the strange happenings in the hotel. These paintings are just one of the more explicit examples.
:Singler: My conjecture — and it's mere conjecture — is that they had already planned to keep these anomalies from the guests in the first place. But guests going missing are too conspicuous to hide. When the situation went gradually awry, The Family decided to shut down the hotel indefinitely...
: A reasonable deduction.
::Singler: But it still lacks evidence.
: We still have no proof.
::Singler: You're right. I've had to use my imagination to fill in the blanks within this occurrence.
: You've filled in a few too many blanks.
::Singler: You're right. We still need hard proof.
:Singler inhales deeply.
:Singler: As the self-styled investigative reporter, the "Disciple of Truth"... I can only think of one way.
:Singler: Let's try to establish contact with it. No matter what happens behind that painting, I trust it will definitely bring us closer to the truth that The Family is trying to hide.
;(Enter the Dreamscape)
===Find all the scattered clues within the chaotic space===
:Singler: W—Whoa!? Wh—What's all this? This space... It's like a total mess.
:Singler: Chill out, Singler... You're an investigative journalist and you should stay cool...
:Singler: Ahem, anyway, maybe we can start gathering clues, (Sir/miss)? You go ahead, and I'll try to keep up...
;(Investigate Basic Treasure)
:Singler: Is this a... note? Who left it here? What's written on it? Anything useful?
:Singler: A shame that it's so scratchy... Well, let's check other places.
;(Investigate Bountiful Treasure)
:Singler: I think we've collected all the clues in this area, right? Looks like that's all of them.
:Singler: I think it's time to sort out the clues we've gathered so far, (Sir/miss). Of course, we really should get out of this place... I'm feeling a bit woozy.
;(Returned to The Reverie (Dreamscape)'s Monitoring Room)
===Talk to Singler===
;(Talk to Singler)
:Singler: Ugh... Dizzy, so dizzy... This puny body of mine really can't take much more of this torment...
:Singler: You, on the other hand, look refreshed as all heck... I'm impressed by your constitution.
: Nothing I haven't trained for.
::Singler: Phew... I, I can see that.
: You should work out more.
::Singler: Phew... Y—You're right.
:Singler: Anyway, let's piece together the information we've obtained first. See what we've found so far?
;(Quick Read)
::
::This moment is finally here.
::Before I entered the dream today, the shift lead found me and had a long earnest chat with me. He spoke too fast, and I couldn't catch most of what he was saying, but I still sort of understood what he was trying to tell me: He feared that I would be "in grave danger" when I entered the dream this time. If I can't complete the mission successfully, The Family will surely banish me from their ranks. He even said that he really appreciated me, that there were few young people like me who were this low-profile, hardworking and industrious, and he hoped I would pass the trial without a hitch.
::I exchanged a few perfunctory words with him, then went back to my room to prepare to enter the dream. It'd be a lie if I said I wasn't the least bit anxious — but what else could I do besides mutely accepting the current situation? I closed my eyes and forced myself to take a nap, the dreamless kind...To be able to do that thing, I would have to be in optimal condition — physically and mentally — no matter what.
:Singler: ...(Mister/Miss), I think, we've stumbled upon a really precious clue this time.
:Singler: This Family attendant named Hamilton, his writing indicates much anxiety. The Family must have assigned some secret mission to him — his name would be struck off if he failed the mission, or worse... his head!
: He didn't say anything like that...
::Singler: ...Ahem, sorry, my imagination got the better of me.
: We still don't have enough evidence.
::Singler: ...Ahem, you're right. Sorry, my imagination got the better of me.
:Singler: We still need more evidence. If you don't mind... can we enter that unusual dimension and explore it once more?
;(Obtained )
===Re-enter the chaotic space and search for additional clues.===
;(Enter the Dreamscape)
:Singler: Wait... this place doesn't seem quite the same, right?
:Singler: But our target remains unchanged. Let's focus on finding clues, (Sir/miss).
;(Collect Bountiful Treasure)
:Singler: I think we've collected all the clues in this area, right? Looks like that's all of them.
:Singler: Let's piece together the clues we've got, (Sir/miss).
;(Returned to The Reverie (Dreamscape)'s Monitoring Room)
===Talk to Singler===
;(Talk to Singler)
:Singler: Good, the investigation has been going well so far. At least we can still walk, and we haven't lost any limbs.
:Singler: Let's piece together the clues we just got, and see if we've made any progress with our findings...
::
:: I entered the dream and woke up in the Reverie's staff dorms like usual.
:: But the feeling of everything around here was oddly strange. The people around me seemed to notice something, and I could feel the peculiar glances they cast toward me — of course, it could've all just been in my mind, but who knows?
:: Someone I'm not very acquainted with suddenly tapped me on the shoulder, like he was trying to encourage me... But I didn't even remember what he worked as. A Dreamscape Motivator? Darn it. It was like my memories were erased by someone...
:: Jeremy and I traded a few lines, mostly about those recent strange happenings in the hotel in the Dreamscape: Paintings suddenly appearing, musical instruments attacking guests and such — it all made me somewhat nervous. It's strange, he was the closest to me, yet it felt like he had no idea what I was about to face today... I even forgot to tell him before. It's fine. This is good too — one fewer person to worry about.
:: I changed into a jet-black outfit. Black makes me feel safe. I waited for a while at the dorms, so anxious that I couldn't even sit still. God knows how many times I paced the room.
:: And then, I heard a knock on the door.
:Singler: Hmm... That attendant, Hamilton, entered the hotel in the Dreamscape, and the people around him started looking at him funny...
:Singler: I now have ample reason to believe that this attendant's experiences must be related to the Reverie's shutdown. It doesn't matter what secret assignment it was that The Family gave him, he definitely didn't manage to complete it...
:Singler: ...Or this place wouldn't be in this state now, would it?
:Singler:
:'Singler: It's unfortunate that there have been no crucial clues recorded in these journals so far. We have to keep investigating... 
:Singler: Let's go. We'll have to try again.
;(Obtained )
===Re-enter the chaotic space and search for additional clues.===
;(Enter the Dreamscape)
:Singler: These mazes... They're getting more and more complicated...
:Singler: But that won't be a problem to you, (Sir/miss), right? Let's keep searching for more clues.
;(Investigate final treasure)
:Singler: I think we've collected all the clues in this area, right? Looks like that's all of them.
:Singler: Let's piece together the clues we've got, (Sir/miss).
;(Returned to The Reverie (Dreamscape)'s Monitoring Room)
===Talk to Singler===
;(Talk to Singler)
:Singler: Phew... this is exhausting. I'm sure you know the hardships of an investigative reporter now, eh?
:Singler: C'mon, let's gather the clues we obtained this time, and see if Hamilton said anything else.
::
:: This was still so surreal to me — I finally had a chance to meet face-to-face with THE Lady Siobhan...
:: She is a prominent figure among the Iris Family, her position only second to the Head. I heard from others that she preferred solitude., and seldom showed herself. To think she was going to be appearing under such circumstances, and to interact with a lowly lackey like me...
:: I was extremely nervous initially with all my words stuck in my mouth. But Lady Siobhan's words had a certain charm to them, which quickly settled my nerves. She explained plenty of important matters to me: That the hotel in the Dreamscape was recently experiencing anomalies, the efforts that The Family made to combat this phenomenon, what us attendants should be watching out for, etc. etc... She was extremely fastidious in her elaborations, and even I was miraculously alert, absorbing every single word that she uttered.
:: Finally, Lady Siobhan told me that, in the face of unprecedented disaster, every Iris — nay, all Family members had to be prepared to draw their weapons. To protect our guests' interests, we had to stand between them and every horrific event that could present the slightest threat...
:: To be honest, I really didn't know if I was ready.
:Singler: Siobhan... This name isn't familiar to me.
:Singler: But in the journal, it's pretty obvious that Hamilton admires that woman. If it is as he said, this Siobhan wields authority second only to the head in the Iris Family...
:Singler: ...Which means she must be the one who gave Hamilton the mission. But what exactly did the mission entail? Erasing a guest's memories? Suppressing the anomalies in the Dreamscape? Finding the source of the monster propagation? The notes reveal nothing on this...
:Singler:' Honestly, I'm getting a little impatient. I don't know who this Hamilton guy is in the real world, but I think he's got the potential to be one of the Riddlers.
:Singler: But since we're already here, it'd be a waste to give up now... Let's try one more time, (sir/miss)? I think you're very curious about how this will unfold as well...
;(Obtained )
===Enter the chaotic space one final time to search for clues.===
;(Enter the Dreamscape)
:Singler: Phew... I'm already sweating... just looking at this labyrinth.
:Singler: I'm counting on you, (Sir/miss)... I have a hunch that we're getting really close to the truth.
;(Investigate final treasure)
:Singler: I think we've collected all the clues in this area, right? Look's like that's all of them.
:Singler: Let's piece together the clues we've got, (Sir/miss).
;(Returned to The Reverie (Dreamscape)'s Monitoring Room)
===Leave the chaotic space and witness the outcomes of your investigation===
;(Talk to Singler)
:Singler: I... (Sir/miss)... I think I'm at my limit...
:Singler: I hope that Mr. Hamilton will get to the point this time, and stop beating around the bush with his entries... Hurry. Before I faint, we must look at the clues...
::
:: I did it! Praise the Great One. I managed to secure my job — I could even call myself an Iris!
:: The entire ordeal was intensely harrowing. I tried three times, failing within five seconds of the first two... But with a final attempt, it was a miracle that I actually pulled through!
:: Relying on some meager strength of Harmony, I resonated my thoughts with that blasted plate, and that disgusting piece of sponge! I held on for twenty seconds, successfully making that plate spick and span! I even used my telekinesis to turn the tap on, and rinse the lingering soap bubbles on the plate!
:: All around me were applauding, and I thought I spied Lady Siobhan from the periphery of my vision. Having completed this step, I wouldn't just be some insignificant trainee any longer... I was now a proud member of the Iris Family! Now and forever!
:Singler:' ...
: ...
: I'm guessing he's a Masked Fool
: You can never be too wary of dishwashers.
:Singler: Hamilton... You annoying fool, no matter where you are right now...
:Singler: I... I...
:Singler: 
: The Pepeshi person is fuming with rage at the note — not a figure of speech, but literally steaming with smoke — and then she turns her face skywards and falls over.
:This heart-wrenching land of dreams... You guess that she won't be coming back for a while.
;(Obtained )
;(Obtained Achievement "Space Walk")
;(Optional, speak to Singler again in the Golden Hour)
:Singler: The syrup inebriates the tongue, and the night entrances the eyes. I wonder what prevents your heart from forgetting, to linger?
: Ho, you're back?
::Singler: ...Hello. I must apologize for displaying that misconduct with you the last time.
::Singler: Ahem, I do have to admit, the failure of the last investigation really hit me hard...
::Singler: As a servant of truth, I — a committed investigative reporter — will never abandon my creed so easily.
::Singler: Wait till I dig up more dirt on The Family, . We'll join forces again and shred The Family's conspiracies once and for all.
:: The fluffy ball on Singler's head stands upright, her face a visage of determination. Her resolve and confidence have earned your commendation.
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