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?

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[ninehundredlives]

[Oh? Okay, she's gonna baggie the matches for probably no real reason, but what's this pattern look like?]

[trustfellows]

[It looks like words. You may want to back up a bit so you can get the full effect, but -

...Dear god, somebody's burned FUCK JERICHO into the floor, because we're classy people here.]

[ninehundredlives]

[ninehundredlives]

[God, why hasn't she got a camera

Okay. Uh, okay. Is there any sign of water, or a way that they kept the fire from just spreading while they were doing this?]

[trustfellows]

[I'll actually give you the same response that I gave Hibiki, with regards to the fire in the room -

That's a good point, given that the bar should probably be full of a lot of things. Like, you know. Water or some other sort of extinguishing fluid. Or otherwise just a lot of fucking fire. But it looks like the room is clear of any of that.

Basically, it doesn't look like the fire was put out by any of you. I'll clarify just as a mod note that that isn't relevant to the case at hand, nor will you need it to solve - it's just something that's definitely noticeable as odd. For the time being, assume that it's kind of like how the rooms/bodies are cleaned - they definitely are, though how is kind of a mystery.]

[ninehundredlives]

[Weeeeeird.

Well, okay then. Returning to the body, somewhat regretfully - does he smell like alcohol at all? As long as we're thinking about fluids, the room is also full of accelerants.]

[trustfellows]

[He does, along with some other things - something that's giving off a somewhat sweet scent to it, and something else that's decidedly stronger that smells sort of like gasoline.]

[ninehundredlives]

[That's some goddamn overkill right there.

Is the chair he's sitting in one that belongs in the bar? Also - given the mysteriously indestructible piano - does it look to have taken any damage from its little trip to Burning Man?]

[trustfellows]

[It's from the bar and it looks singed, but not as damaged as it should be, probably.

Also, since Nao is vanishing for the time being - there are some things on the bar that may help explain the overkill.]

[ninehundredlives]

[someone is gonna try to burn the piano now aren't they]