First.

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Most of the week has come and gone in relative peace; it's an uneasy peace, but the fact is that it exists, and sometimes that's the most one can ask for. Friday dawns like the rest of the week before it – the clock chimes the hour at seven, the doors to the kitchen and the mail room unlock and swing partially ajar of their own volition, and the building is quiet. Perhaps this week has passed relatively painlessly, and no one's decided to find out what your captor means by that last rule of his; perhaps the communal lifestyle has remained undisturbed, whether due to the lack of threat to everyone's well-being from any sort of outside source or just because no one sees a reason to push their luck. Or perhaps somebody decided to be a damn overachiever and take some initiative. Only one way to find out, isn't there? >Explore?

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BALLROOM

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[perpend]

[Well, since he's here....

Cabanela will leave the grieving to people who knew Kaneki better; he needs to find out what happened.

What's immediately noticeable in here, besides the body hanging from the chandelier?]

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[The way the body's strung up, for one thing - it seems that whomever did this didn't just hang Kaneki up like the world's worst Christmas ornament. The rope itself is looped over the chandelier, and the end not currently occupied with supporting Kaneki's weight by way of his neck is tied around the piano to hold it there. The chandelier seems to have been more of a pulley, in other words.]

[ninehundredlives]

[Oh. Well. That sure is a thing.]

If you get him down, I'll look at him. [Susan's voice is steady, but she's paler than normal and obviously a bit unnerved. She knows, though, that she can handle it better than most.]

[perpend]

[Now that's interesting, isn't it?

How is it tied to the piano? Does it look like someone did their homework when it comes to knots, or has it been tied around haphazardly?]

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[It's not haphazard in the least; it's not impossible to undo them, but the fact is that someone definitely knew what they were doing with regards to getting the body to stay put.]

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This was done by someone who knows what they're doing.

We can't exactly go around askin' if people are familiar with making pulleys out of corpses, though.

[midnightsea]

Obviously not. But we should check the body itself instead of admiring the culprit's handiwork, do you not agree?

[becauseicould]

[Undyne can't bring herself to look at the body anymore--for all of her disdain of humans, she kind of wanted them all to leave. And he's one of the ones she wanted to die the least...

Well. While the other's look around the chandelier, Undyne's going to go around the room and see if there's anything else of note--something to give her an idea of if this was the place he died, or if this was just the display room.

Are there any splatters around the room, first off?]

[withabigsmile]

[You know what? That sounds like a good idea. Blue's going to join the fish lady in looking at you know. Not Kaneki...]

[becauseicould]

[Well, once it becomes clear that this mess seems to be little more than a horrifying rendition of show and tell, Undyne's going to turn around and finally see the one following her.]

Hey. Uh...are you going to be okay?

[...It's an attempt, at the very least? She doesn't really know what to ask.

Still, she's gonna keep walking--she doesn't want to see him again and she averts her gaze away to prevent that, but she's going to take a look by the piano to see if there's anything (other than the interesting rope work) unusual about it.

Underneath, first, just in case...]

[withabigsmile]

Probably!

[She's not dead after all. But her attempts at seeming any form of okay aren't really working today, so let's just check out that piano.]

[trustmods]

[What exactly are we checking out here, ladies?]

[becauseicould]

[Undyne's going to check under the piano for a weapon, just in case they decided to try and hide something underneath in hopes it wouldn't be found.]

[trustmods]

[There's no major bloodspatter in the room itself; there are also no signs of a fight in here.]

[becauseicould]

[Well, that settles that then; this is just one hell of a show and tell.

The duo are off to the piano, then, to see if anything's up.]

Re: BALLROOM

[icysemblance]

[Weiss glances over at Cabanela, before moving to the perimeter of the room. Anything weird on the edges?]

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[The edges are clear!]

[icysemblance]

[Nothing hiding in corners, either?]

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[Is she checking along the walls, or up near the piano, too?]

[icysemblance]

[Along the walls, at first; eventually she'll look at the piano, but she doesn't want to get into Dio and Cabanela's way.]

[charcoalfeather]

[SO GUESS WHO WOKE UP AGAIN.

It wasn't the best thing to wake up to, and as soon as Rakka's eyes fell on the body laying on the floor, she knew everything wasn't some terrible dream. This was happening, and someone was dead.

Rakka's... not feeling too up for this. Sorry, guys. So she's going to watch the main investigation from a distance. Against this wall here. Kind of curled up.

What a day this will be.]

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[Take it easy, hon, the nurse and the investigator are doing all the heavy lifting, so to speak, and the other girls seem to have the floor cleared.

At least the body's down, so you don't have to look at it what with the others around it like that.]

[charcoalfeather]

[That is indeed a good thing. In the time span where she was... out, thing seemed to have been taken care of in here, at least.

She'd talk to the other girls in a moment. Before that, here eyes roamed up, away from the body and to the chandelier. How's that looking right now?]

AREA CLEAR

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