Second.

[trustmods]

Between Truth or Dare and the resistance meeting, it seems things have been going reasonably well this week; at the same time, there have been fights here and there, and the Conductor's incentive has certainly been something to take into consideration as well. So there's been some good, and some bad, and some things that no one is talking about; the clock chimes on Friday morning, as it always does, and the doors to the kitchen and the mail room unlock. Of course, those wandering past the incinerator room will notice that it's...warm in there. Really warm? ...Oh. Blessedly enough, there isn't a body in the room, and the incinerator isn't large enough to destroy one, so this room can probably be left alone for now; however, just because there isn't a body here doesn't mean that everything is clear and no one has anything to hide. You might want to look around. >Explore?

Comments

[trustmods]

[Oh, boy, is there ever.]

[zomgboom]

[she has regrets.

what . . . are we dealing with.]

[withabigsmile]

[...She is using Tabby as a god damn cover, what the fuck is in the ballroom this time--]

[trustmods]

[God, does it look like someone threw down in here.

Sections of the ballroom floor are covered in broken porcelain from the heavy decorative vases lining the walls; most of the damage seems to be concentrated around the far half of the room, away from the piano and the stage. More toward the center of the room, however, there are a few more shards lying around - along with something else that's a bit more macabre.

There's the crumpled form of a person lying on the ballroom floor. It's visibly not one of the particularly tiny girls, but...]

[zomgboom]

[you've gotta be fucking kidding IF THIS IS WHAT YOU MEANT BY "SOMETHING WILL BE PREPARED," CONDUCTOR, TABBY'S GONNA WRITE SOME STERN LETTERS.

. . . yeah ok fine, she'll go. poke them. maybe they're still alive!]

[withabigsmile]

[Not this shit again-

Luckily, Blue isn't screaming on the top of her lungs this time! But she is very pointedly continuing to use Tabby as a meat shield, even if that means getting way closer to the bo- oh god what are you doing.]

[trustmods]

[Whomever did this certainly was not fucking around last night; the body lying on the ground has a good amount of blood around...what used to pass for a skull. I mean, the head is still intact for the most part, but it's obviously been caved in hard.

Fortunately, the odd hair coloration and what's visible of the face make the immediate conclusion to be drawn very clear.

Byakuren Hijiri is dead.]

[announcemyvictory]

[Elise wanders into the ballroom, stops right at the door, and shrieks.]

What on earth are you two doing? Will somebody bring the doctor and the inspector at once!

[forcegalactic]

What's goin' on here? Don't tell me--

[Oh.

Oh my god.]

Oh my god!!

[zomgboom]

. . . Lame. Why can't, like, someone I don't like die?

[WELP, DEAD. NOTHING LEFT TO DO BUT CHECK THE BODY FOR LOOSE CHANGE.]

[forcegalactic]

[She gets a stern look.]

You're grave robbin' already?!

[zomgboom]

I'm looking for her key! [yes.] Someone has to, like, check her room.

[forcegalactic]

...To rob it.

[Mordecai you know this was her plan why are you surprised.]

[withabigsmile]

[WELL YOU KNOW WHAT SHE'S NOT SCREAMING

But she is kind of taking one look at that caved in head and just passing out whoops.]

[ninehundredlives]

[IS THAT SCREAMING

Susan arrives with a first-aid kit in one hand, but slows to a halt as she takes in the scene in front of her.]

...again? [Let's just, uh. Make sure Blue's okay here first. That body isn't going anywhere fast.]

[withabigsmile]

[SHE'LL BE FINE, SHE'S JUST, YOU KNOW. Not mentally equipped to deal with caved in heads.

It might be best to move her the hell away from the body before she's conscious again.]

[crimsonchin]

Schiesse. Whoever hit her wasn't fucking around...

[ Asuka followed the general direction of the shrieking. This one is...a lot easier for her to look at, head-on. Not that her stone-cold expression really does her any favors. ]

What the hell was she banged up against...

[perpend]

[Well, someone has finally decided to show up thanks to the shouting and... generally people all descending upon this location once again on a Friday.]

Good.... good god!

[oftheland]

[...all the shouting is coming from the ballroom again and... yep.

That sure is a lot of blood.]

...well, we managed to make it one week, at least.

[it's a good thing he brought his jar, tbh]

[rickdiculous]

[Rick kind of walks by the ballroom, medical supplies and pill bottles in his hands, and stops by the entrance.

He squints at the horde of people crowding around what is pretty obviously a body.

He starts to walk away.]

Again with the goddamn ballroom. Sheesh. Creativ-[urp]-ity, please.

[shuttermouse]

[ Chie wanders into the ballroom and... well, that sure is a body. She calmly takes a few pictures of it from different angles; this could be useful in the trial. ]

[midnightsea]

[AGAIN WITH ALL THE NOISE, FOR GOD'S SAKE]

What's-...

[That was a lot of blood. Enough that the half-awake blond in the purple scarf immediately turned on his heel and walked right back out the door.]

[becauseicould]

[Oh.

Oh mother of all things fuck.

Undyne wanders into the ballroom after the rather lovely announcement, and...oh god, she definitely recoils when she sees that.]

Holy shit...

[This rates right up there with seeing Kaneki hanging on the chandelier, what the hell.]

[heymcfly]

[ Marty stumbles back, one hand flying to his mouth, the other to his stomach. He is about two seconds away from throwing up everything he's eaten this morning. ]

Jesus! Jesus Christ!

Jes-

[ He makes it to a corner fast enough to puke. Excellent. ]

[icysemblance]

What the -- again? Are you -

[She's not going to shout 'are you fucking kidding me' but she's certainly thinking of words to that effect.]

- no. Someone certainly wanted to send a message.