trustfell | Third.

Third.

The third week in this place has come and gone; it was more peaceful for some of you than others, but given the incentive hanging over everyone's heads since Tuesday, that's quite possibly not saying much. Between the party game and some of the actions you all have been taking this week, though, perhaps you've opened up to one another a bit more than you would have normally; surely that can only be considered a good thing overall.

The question remains, though: has it been enough?

Friday morning dawns like the rest of the week before it; the clock chimes, the doors to the kitchen unlock, and there's a heavy silence that's settled over the building. The first floor is even clear of anything that might be immediately amiss, which is possibly a good sign.

Granted, you won't know until you search the rest of the building; here's a small hint for you, however, with regards to how today is going to go:

You definitely want to be wearing shoes.

Explore?

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[You will if you get close enough; that's just not going to be terribly pleasant business.

Part of the reason the body's structure seems to be off is because a large number of its bones have been broken, and one of its arms is very clearly off and not anywhere immediately around; adding to the issue is the fact that the body has been very thoroughly and roughly eviscerated. Basically, there's not going to be any need to check for any signs of life, because short of the world's ugliest miracle (or a Resident Evil zombie, I guess), there aren't going to be any.

That said, however, the person's head and face are still largely intact - they've taken their share of brutalizing as well, but they're still recognizable. The glasses he usually wears are absent, granted, but that's a minimal snare in recognition when compared to everything else going on here; as far as appearance goes, he's older than the rest of you here, his hair sheared decidedly closer.

It's been an unpleasant journey in getting there, but the conclusion is clear.

Walter White is dead.]

[ .......Oh, well, that's a fucking mess.

But, for the weak of stomach, Aligula's doing her job and going back to the door to let everyone else know— ]

It's Methodical!

...It seems kinda messy from here!

[Still not looking into the room but.]

[ fshfjsdfj FERN. ]

Title, dummy! It's... what's his face, the really old guy with all the wrinkles! He brought sandwiches to the meeting!

[ she doesn't fucking learn people's names unless she wants to or has to, come on ]

Walter White. The "entrepreneur".

Yeah, him! Thanks, Adroit.

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...

Everyone out there, please... continue to be careful because there may be a severed arm somewhere.

...

There is definitely a severed arm somewhere, why was any of this necessary?

[ From outside: ]

Oh! Naturally! Of course there might be a severed arm!

Yes! This is exactly what I was expecting when I woke up today, hunting down a severed arm somewhere!

[...Her face goes into her hands. There may be muffled screaming, too.

Why this.]

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. . . Gross. I'm not touching that.

[Look, Tabby loves keys to other people's rooms but she's not looking through that for one. She has standards.]

[Wordlessly, Susan takes a pair of disposable gloves from the wall and proffers them.]

[Tabby considers the body, and waves them off. Realistically, she's put her hands in worse places but also no.]

Thanks but, like, no thanks? I'm just gonna go pick the lock to his room.

Fair.

[She puts them on herself, then.]

Let me know if you, like, find a key though. [She still wants it, after all.] I don't like picking locks if there's, like, keys available.

[Well, the smell of blood is strong and familiar, but after a short head-check of everybody clustered outside - mostly the teenagers - Susan will go ahead and shove her way through as well.]

.....oh.

[Well.]

...Not only does someone have a secret to keep hidden, they went at this with everything they had, apparently.

[Muttering to himself as Aligula cheerfully announces the victim,]

Where do we even begin here?

I guess you want to handle...this?

[Susan doesn't really mind doing the body investigations, but if somebody else want to deal with this mess, she's, uh. Not gonna stop them.]

[Rideaux offers a half-hearted wave when she addresses him.]

Looks like you made it.

[In reference to the other night, of course.]

I don't mind doing it. But it might be good for a couple of us with medical experience to stick around considering the overall state of the body...and room.

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I'm a little surprised he didn't.

[But...okay, she'll put on some gloves and get another pair out to offer to Rideaux.]

I don't mind. Better me than someone else.

[He raises an eyebrow to that, but overall doesn't say anything since he didn't know Walter that well.]

Ah, thank you.

[He removes his usual gloves to replace them with surgical ones. Well, let's get this show on the road down in the toplevel.]

I'll stick around! I'm very experienced with blood and guts and all this kinda stuff.

[ i mean yeah we can put it like that, sure. ]

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[ Somewhere in the multiverse, the R3 reincarnations feel like everything is right in the world.

...And meanwhile in this part of the multiverse, Chie is going to snap a few pictures from various angles. ]

[You know, Kimblee does make a habit of looking the bodies over, because he has some incredibly weird ways of showing respects to the deceased; he'll be in here to see what the hell everyone is looking at this morning, and -

...Oh, that's fascinating. Fucking disgusting and one of the more vulgar things he's ever seen, of course. But still, absolutely fascinating, what a trainwreck.]

I'd wish our usual investigators luck, but that seems a bit gauche.

[...He'll be back later, once you guys are done poking through the. That. All of that.]

[She only spoke to this guy once, but it's still a lot to take in. Rin backs up carefully, trying not to... Nevermind, there's blood all over her shoes already.]

Watch where you step. There... There's evidence in here.

[And a severed arm, like Tarrlok pointed out.]

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