Who: Felix and Audrey Where: Felix's Room When: Soon after this!
Felix's arms still ached from bashing things with mallets down in the basement with Georgie even as he plucked away at the keys of the piano. A handful of the more interesting pages of the file he'd been given were set up where sheet music would normally rest, and he knew from checking the feeds that it would be close to impossible to tell what was actually on them from the angle and distance. The chances that someone was even paying attention were slim on their own, and them even noticing that there was anything resting on the piano probably wouldn't be likely either. The file itself had been somewhere around twenty pages. Death certificates for both parents, counselor notes from an abusive childhood, criminal records including a list of crimes and drug history, transcripts of the guy getting ratted out twice. He'd scanned through most of it, finding the criminal record to be the most useful of the pages, along with the transcript detailing how the guy had knowingly set his own lover up to get murdered in his stead. It was the kind of cowardice that Felix could respect in a way, but the fact that the guy was stupid enough to had gotten so involved with, well, a coworker for lack of a better term just proved that he was an idiot.
It wasn't hard to see that he and this Rhett guy had a surprising amount of shit in common, but enough to differentiate them where it counted. Like the fact that, despite having a certain number of talents, this Hirata kid was kind of a fucking pathetic pissbaby. By the end of reading it all his eyes had rolled so hard his skull ached, and he went back through a few of the older feeds, sighing as the guy shouted dramatically at the camera like some horrible high school drama student. He'd answered the cry of "What do you want from me!?" with his own impression of Jennifer Love Hewitt from I Know What You Did Last Summer, throwing his arms out and dramatically whispering to the ceiling. "What are you waaaaaiting fooooor?!"
He stopped at the footage of the idiot attempting to cut his own neck with a butter knife in the house kitchen, groaning audibly before rage-quitting and moving to the piano as he rubbed his temples. What the hell was he supposed to do with all this? Whoever this fucker was, he was probably long gone. Though, with the return of trio, maybe this was just preemptive for when-No. No no no no no no no. No. Whoever the fuck was in charge of this place, he had enough strange faith that They wouldn't waste the space.
Enlisting help had seemed like the best solution, and with how helpful Audrey had been with the group reward, he figured she'd be the best person to go to first. He was glad that she'd picked up on his bullshit in the private message and run with it, though he hadn't expected any less. He might not have cared so much if the other members of the team found out what he'd gotten his hands on, but they were being scored individually now, and playing it a little closer to the chest for the time being was probably for the best. When the knock came he was almost relieved that he wouldn't have to deal with this on his own anymore. After all, it was terrible to suffer alone. "Come iiiin!"