Fifth.

[trustfellows]

Two people have died so far this week. It's about as many as one can expect to lose per week around here and it isn't even the weekend; furthermore – whatever those two may have died for – it wasn't for the sake of Rule Seven. That much remains untouched, and as such, so does the incentive, begging the question of whether you're prepared for what may happen in a few days, if no one moves. Are you ready? Are you really? 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. You aren't even being awakened by Jericho this morning, which may seem like a good sign until the realization settles in – after all, that means the timer hasn't wound down. In other words, someone is definitely dead. Thankfully enough, as far as corpses go, the first two floors seem to be clear; that doesn't mean that nothing is amiss there, because some things may be, but at the very least there aren't any bodies here. No guarantees for higher up, though. Explore?

Comments

[bloodisthicker]

[damnit, put your substances that were probably used for murder away in their proper storage areas!!!

but anyhow. he'll just take that box of baking soda and... look in it to see how full it is before moving on.]

[trustfellows]

[Good call! It seems that most of the baking soda was used.]

[bloodisthicker]

[okay. yeah, that must've been for the world's worst volcano science experiment. ALRIGHT, he'll put that aside to take with him to the trial and move on. What else is in the bathroom?]

[trustfellows]

[You won't have to go very far, the sink there is wet. With water, not blood, thankfully.]

[bloodisthicker]

[...small mercies, he supposes. Is there anything off other than it being wet?]

[trustfellows]

[Nope! Where do you want to move to next?]

[bloodisthicker]

[...hmm, alright. Let's... check the stalls, in case someone was brewing explosives in a toilet or something.]

[trustfellows]

[Probably a good idea to look, but thankfully there's nothing out of the ordinary in any of the stalls!]

[bloodisthicker]

[hmmm, okay.

how about the floor, then? is there anything weird on the floor?]

[trustfellows]

[The floor's always a good place to look - and there is something strange on the floor! It's a used paper towel! It's just outside the door to the bathroom.]

[bloodisthicker]

[THAT SURE IS A USED PAPER TOWEL. Alright. Let's go pick this thing up, then.

Is it just wet, or does it seem like it was used to wipe something up?]

[trustfellows]

[It's just wet! Nothing too strange about it!

There's one more thing left to find, so where do you want to check next?]

[bloodisthicker]

[god, are there separate urinals. is he going to have to look in those. ugh. maybe he'll just look at the door first.]

[trustfellows]

[Nothing odd about the door! You might want to try the trash can though...]

[bloodisthicker]

[aw shit. fuck. he needs some leftovers for his alola sandslash, of course they'll be in the trash can. LET'S CHECK IT OUT]

[trustfellows]

[No leftovers for you, but you will find another paper towel! Like the other one, there's nothing weird about it.]