Sixth.

[trustfellows]

This week has been a difficult one. Between the personnel change and the punishment, the week was already looking to be long; the incentive, however, is one of the harsher ones, adding a layer of hardship to the group that does nothing but compound the already-existing tension. And, as always, there's the ever-present threat of the timer. 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. There's no announcement from Jericho to awaken you, either; once again, this is something that's promising until it's thought about in slightly more depth. Of course, as soon as you leave your rooms and move toward the main portion of the Academy in the morning, it will become immediately obvious that something is horrifically wrong. Namely, there's a very distinct scent coming from the room with the incinerator; not to put too fine a point on it, but let's say that anyone who was in either the bar or the workshop last week will probably recognize it. ...Yeah. Explore?

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[heritrix]

[Rin kind of left the room very quickly, but now she's back again.]

Hey. Has anyone found her room key yet?

[perpend]

Not yet.

[You're welcome to look for it, Rin!]

[evilfrenzy]

If all else fails, perhaps check the incinerator itself.

[heritrix]

[Really... Really Cabanela... Well he's getting the most unimpressed look, but fine.]

Seriously?

[Why are both of you like this.

WELL WHATEVER. Rin steps forward and kneels down. It doesn't look like they've done much yet, so while they're looking for wounds over there, Rin is going to check Estelle's pockets while taking care not to look at her face and to not cry. Do dresses have pockets? Well either way, you know what she's looking for.]

[trustfellows]

[Okay, so, accidental sociopathy involved in "YES TEENAGE GIRL GO CHECK THIS OTHER TEENAGE GIRL'S CHARBROILED CORPSE" aside, it would seem that Estelle's room key is not on her person.

...This is the world's worst CONGRATULATIONS, IT'S FUCKING NOTHING. I'm so sorry.]

[heritrix]

[SO SHE PROBABLY HAD TO LOOK AROUND THIS CORPSE MORE THAN SHE LIKED FOR POCKETS THAT DON'T EXIST, OR A NECKLACE WITH A KEY ON IT, ISN'T THAT FUN. THE REAL FRIENDS IS THE TRAUMA WE MADE ALONG THE WAY.]

It's not here.

[Rin brushes her knees off as she gets back up, and yeah, she's just going to go.]

[evilfrenzy]

[WELL HE DID SUGGEST THE INCINERATOR...

I am so sorry about Rideaux, Rin.]

[trustfellows]

[...Are you going to check inside the incinerator for anything, Rideaux?]

[evilfrenzy]

[He does have decently protective gloves on, so once he's done with his examination he'll head over to see if anything else did in fact end up in there.]

[trustfellows]

[Good man.

...That said, it looks like a few things did end up in here along with the body - there are some burnt scraps of something that somehow made it through. Similar to what Susan found earlier, they look like they might be photographs, or at least what's left of them.]

[evilfrenzy]

[Hmmm. Rideaux will go ahead and reach in there to collect as many intact scraps that he can. Is there anything recognizable in what remains of these scraps?]

[trustfellows]

[There isn't, no, just enough to verify that they sure were photographs at some point.

It also seems that you found everything in here, so! Good hustle, everyone.]

[evilfrenzy]

[...unintentional sociopathy aside.

Thanks Mods!]