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?

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[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Duly noted. If only she'd worked on her gloves earlier... Ashley cautiously examines. Obviously someone tried to destroy something in here, so- is the door to the incinerator open?]

[trustmods]

[It is not open, no! But would you really leave the door open when something's burning in there? No way. Do you want to look inside?]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[WELL NO, but you never know. Yes, let's look inside. What's in the incinerator?]

[trustmods]

[Before you pull the door all the way open, you might notice a scrap of cloth caught in it.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Oh! A clue! ...If only she had bags, okay, let's remove that. What's it look like?]

[trustmods]

[It's a scrap of black cloth! Nothing too interesting there... except the scent...]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[...don't tell me someone with the great perfume fucking murdered someone oh my god

What's it smell like?]

[trustmods]

[Blueberries! It has a really nice scent...]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Oh gosh, seriously like?? How can something smell this nice, it's not even remotely fair.]

Huh... Weird.

[and let's continue the investigating with rakka, hold one moment]

[charcoalfeather]

...Ashley? [Good to see that there was someone else investigating things here with her. And not that murder party in the ballroom.]

Did you find something?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[In full-on investigator mode, she gestures Rakka over and holds up the cloth.]

Looks like whoever's responsible for this wasn't as careful as they thought. It was caught in the incinerator door.

[charcoalfeather]

A cloth...? [She peers down at it curiously, wondering if just maybe she'll recognize it.

Likely no such luck.]

Maybe whoever killed someone must have tried to get rid of it?

[trustmods]

[Unfortunately it's just a black scrap of fabric. It's not very distinctive aside from the scent.]

[charcoalfeather]

[Points for trying?]

I don't know, but, I think I've smelled something like this before... [Hmm, might as well peer back into the incinerator.]

Is that all that's in here?

[trustmods]

[Nope! Now that you've got the door open you can see the smoldering remains of something. It's impossible to make out what it is, but something was definitely burned in here.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Well, okay, awesome, at least we have the best smelling evidence in the world.]

...There's something else, but I can't tell what. Looks like it's been burning too long.

[charcoalfeather]

It looks kind of like something else was burned. [Rakka's slowly slipping into deductive mode now. She turns back to Ashley, eyes falling on that cloth again.] Maybe it was a part of that?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

If someone... Hmmm. [She needs to think on this, but that does sound like a good idea.] We'll have to ask during the- ...the trial...

[THERE'S GONNA BE A-GODDAMN-NOTHER ONE OF THOSE, GREAT.]

If- if we find out who had that perfume- that's what this smells like, the really, really good blueberry perfume.

[Oh no...Miss Fish...]

[charcoalfeather]

....Another trial we have to go to. [Just what Rakka didn't want to go through again: that.]

The... [Oh, that perfume.] W-well, maybe it's just... uhh...

[She has no idea.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

...It's that someone who got that perfume killed someone else. That's what it has to be.

[...]

You...didn't see...did you...?

[That was bad enough last week.]

[nankurunaisa]

[Guess who's walking by the incinerator on her way back to her room to think before the trial?

It's this girl who is still trying not to cry.

She almost walks past, but she hangs out just outside the entrance. She didn't see them near the body, did she? Maybe...maybe they don't know?]

[charcoalfeather]

.... [Rakka gives Ashley a slow shake of the head, looking anxious.] No...? I was in here... since the announcement.

[...Whoops. they weren't alone anymore.]

H-hibiki? [Those sure are tears.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Huh? Oh. Oh no. Ashley keeps hold of the cloth with two fingers and hurries over to Hibiki.]

Oh no. Hibiki, did- you saw, didn't you? Ohhh. [Hey. C'mere. Do you want a hug?]

[nankurunaisa]

[SHE DOES WANT A HUG. REALLY BADLY.

But before they can hurry out into the hallway entirely, she's going to walk into the room, rubbing at her eyes.]

They did it again! They...they killed Hijiri-san!

[charcoalfeather]

[Rakka is about to join in one that hug, cause seriously. But that gets her to freeze up.]

Hijiri... [Oh. Oh no.] You mean that... Byakuren... s-she's...?

[No. No, no no no no...]