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[Roboson]

How long has it been now? A day? A week? A decade? Two? Its hard to tell in this place. Time is weird. Actually, everything is weird. This town is full of mysteries, danger, and secrets. You can't remember how long you've been muddling through them. A while ago you started keeping a journal, but none of it makes any sense. The words are jumbled, written in many hands and languages, and what you can make out is nonsense. Jaguars in the school? Blood swimmingpool? Undead are uncool? Keeping track of your misadventures only raises more questions. As you brush your teeth you stare for a long time into the mirror. Just like every other day, you can't make out the details.Your face is blank, and you can't make out any details. This should bother you, but after so many days, you've grown accustomed to it. You spit your toothpaste remains into the swirling pit that is your hotel sink. Putting on your clothes is a blur, but eventually you take your keys and lock up your room. The elevator down is slow. The music, as repetitive as your existence.

"Hey, DFNSAKJ, welcome to Mondays. You came into town pretty late yesterday, so you'll probably want to look around. Let me know if you need anything." Says the hotel clerk with the usually happy attitude and crooked teeth.

"I hate Mondays" you mumble under your breath for the hundredth time.

You walk outside the hotel and look around at these familiar streets. What do you do now?

[Doomblade187]

Search for a local newspaper, read it.

[Roboson]

You wander through the streets looking a newspaper and eventually find one of those boxes with newspapers them. You pull some spare change out of your pockets, along with a pack of smokes and your pocket notebook. Its filled with scribbles. You deposit fifty cents into the stand and take your newspaper. You feel like you've seen it before, but the details are fuzzy. As you read over the front page you experience deja vu with every word.

Murder In Monday?!

The murder of town historian and local scientist Daniel McAllen shakes our town to its very core. As a member of the community and local leader, McAllen had brought our town into the modern era. His short time with us will ultimately be overshadowed by his mysterious death. The local authorities are keeping the details of his death close to the chest, but our sources confirm that the investigation has no leads, and has generally no idea what to make of the murder. Our teary-eyed source tells us that this is the kind of mystery that they would normally call Daniel in to assist with. That however will not be the case this time. Our town owes it to Daniel to not let his death overshadow his life and time with us, and to find the heinous murderer among us. Stay strong people of Monday, and remember, trust no one.

The paper then goes on into a series of smaller articles concerning the local fall bakesale and swap meet, an article on how to use leaves for gardening and decoration, and the top fashion trends of the fall season. You notice that for some reason the day and year are smudged and impossible to make out. You can't help but to think how fitting that is. Looking up from your paper, you contemplate what to do next.

[NRDL]

Try and gather more information regarding the murder from the newspaper, specifically its location.

[Roboson]

Looking through the newspaper reveals no further clues. It appears as if the police have yet to release any details to the public. You find this mildly worrisome, as it means there's likely a murderer still roaming the streets. You look around nervously, but no one jumps out to murder you. You try and figure out where to go from here.

[NRDL]

Ask around about this McAllen, specifically about where he lived.

[King Zultan]

Ask around about this McAllen, specifically about where he lived.

+1 Especially around the places he worked.