Blinking, Turtle slips on the jacket. It's entirely too large, and she flaps the sleeves around like a bird.

"Whoa. What is this place? It's like being stuck in the bowels of my school, except with edible light fixtures." She hurries over to the lockers, unsuccessfully trying to open one or two. The candy dials kept dissolving in her hand. Annoyed, she goes to investigate the cleaning supplies. One of the mops slips loose and whacks her on the shoulder. "Ow. The way things are around here, I almost think that was on purpose."

She glances at the stairs and quirks an eyebrow. "Now what, oh fearless leader?"