Fourth.

[trustfellows]

As the fourth week comes to a close and Friday morning dawns like the rest of the week before it, with the chiming of the clock and the doors to the kitchen unlocking, it seems, for a brief moment, that everything will be normal. For a given degee of "normal", anyway – perhaps some are on edge because there's a definite pattern that's been happening here, but for a few blissful moments, everything seems quiet. It doesn't last long; eventually, Jericho's voice can be heard over the public-address system. He doesn't sound as excitable as usual, though perhaps that can be explained away with the content of his message: "Hey. Just so you know, we've kind of got a problem this morning. Nothing catastrophic or anything, but you might want to get into the foyer so you know what's going on. We'll be waiting." You might want to go.

Comments

[sleepytimegal]

[ ...That's okay. They've both done so much here. Why not be useless, this time?

Alex approaches, looking through blurry eyes. ] Sayaka... [ Make sure she knows who's there, who's in the room. Then kneel by her side. ] S- Sayaka, I... M-me too.

Re: INFIRMARY

[notaccurate]

[Well he is staying away from the bar, so. Anything missing here?]

[trustfellows]

[There are! You're welcome to go through the cabinets to find them if you'd like, there doesn't seem to be anything out of place when you first enter the room, anyway.]

[heritrix]

[Let's check out the cut in her arm first. It's the left arm, yes?]

[trustfellows]

[It doesn't look like anything's immediately off...]

[brandnewday]

[Well, not that she expects anything to be out of the way...she's just here to get away from it all. An ideal vacation: the infirmary.

But yes! She's familiar with the cabinets after dealing with the painkillers last week. She'll look there first.]

Re: SHOOTING RANGE

[firstaid]

[Sure let’s check out the shooting range. Is there anything notibly off upon entering ?

[trustfellows]

[There are! There's kind of a good amount of things happening on this bar, but there is a bottle of whiskey set out, as well as a glass to go with it.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Well, upon seeing what Sigrun looked like... her first thought can't help but be -

Well, the gist of it is that she ought to go check out her room. So she'll just be making her way down there. But first things first, probably, is it locked? ]

[evilfrenzy]

...Yeah.

[He has some thoughts about what this looks like as well.

Uh. Since Susan is kind of away from the group this time, he glances her way. He just kind of...observes for a moment, before-]

Ready to do this? I doubt it's going to take as long as last time.

[chessturner]

[Just what she was looking for! Better examine those objects. Anything off about the whiskey or the glass?]

[trustfellows]

[There is! It looks like someone was in here at some point, given that one of the targets has crossbow bolts in it.]

[ninehundredlives]

Take some gloves if you're going to do that?

[But otherwise, she's fine with sitting back on this one.]

[trustfellows]

[It is! It's also the one that's been giving her trouble since she got here, and now that it's exposed it's fairly plain to see why - it seems she had some sort of infection there at one point. (Standard infection, not like...zombie-troll infection.) But it seems to have scarred up neatly by now, given time and access to antibiotics and stuff here.

That said, it's a pretty long gash. Deep, too.]

[ninehundredlives]

[She takes a moment to answer, hands in her pockets and gaze on the floor.]

.....yeah. Fine. We might as well.

[firstaid]

[Well that will certainly gain her attention. How many crossbow bolts are in the target? Also which target has the bolts in it?]

[trustfellows]

[It doesn't look like anything's missing from here, actually, but there is something weird about the sleeping pills. It looks like the pill bottles have been rearranged.]

[destage]

[Sayaka doesn't really look up until Alex speaks, just...kind of horrified by everything she saw. How peaceful Sigrun looked, how she still looked alive, just...maybe sleeping, or maybe she bashed her arm off of something--

...She's gonna peer up a bit and lean into Alex a bit, just. Sobbing like hell.]

It's--It's awful, it's awful--it's just terrible, all of it..!

[trustfellows]

[It is. You'll need a key to get in here.]

[brandnewday]

[This is exactly the kind of thing Rin told her to look for. ...She thinks? So, what are we looking at? Are the sleeping pills moved closer to the front? Is it still full of sleeping pills?]

[trustfellows]

[Quite a few, actually. They're all in the target as opposed to being littered on the floor like someone missed a lot. It looks like the person who was shooting was actually pretty good!]

[trustfellows]

[The levels of whiskey in the bottle seem consistent with a glass having been poured out - in other words, there's nothing off about the bottle itself given the fact that there's one glass sitting out, she doesn't seem to have been drinking with anyone.

The glass still has a very, very slight amount of alcohol in it; more like trace amounts than anything. Though there is something slightly off about that, if you want to take a closer look there.]

[trustfellows]

[It just looks like they've been moved a bit. It's a smart idea to check the contents of the bottle though, because it looks like some pills are missing. It's not the whole bottle or even half, but there's definitely some pills missing.]

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Of course it is.

To the upstairs again. ]

[matchbreaker]

[ Well Elda left the room, went downstairs, came back up and now she's not quite winded but man that's a lot of stairs so she's a bit irritated as she's calling out: ]

Hey, mage-girl! You find her key yet?