Third.

[trustmods]

This week has been eventful for the lot of you, if a bit political for some; another resistance meeting, petitions everywhere, group dinners, and the new addition of a bunch of chickens to the group have ensured that at the very least, you've all had reason to keep busy. Of course, there's still that incentive to keep in mind, as well as the fact that there's been a murder every Friday since everyone arrived. Either way, the clock chimes in the morning, as it always does; the doors to the kitchen and the mail room unlock themselves, and all seems quiet. Thankfully, today the ballroom is blessedly corpse-free, as is the rest of the first floor. Maybe it would be good to move upstairs, though, just to make sure the rest of the Academy is likewise. >Explore?

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[withabigsmile]

[...Who the hell desecrated her sewing room okay um, who is it, she is going over to check and hoping they don't have a caved in face-]

[trustmods]

[...Blue, you are just absolutely destined to have a bad day today.

There's blood pooled around the head of the victim, but even if you want to avert your eyes from that it will soon be apparent who this is; the light-colored hair is stained with crimson, and so is the thick, puffy blue parka still worn by the victim, but they're both distinctive even so - as is the expression of fear still discernible on her face beneath the bloodsoaked entry wound on her forehead.

Ashley Williams is dead.]

[withabigsmile]

[...Oh no no no you weren't supposed to die, get up, why are you--

At least Blue isn't passing the hell out this time, but she's not exactly doing much other than covering her mouth and taking a step back why is Ashley dead who did this.]

[charcoalfeather]

Oh, Blue. What are...

[No sooner did Rakka enter the room did she see that body lying on the floor. That oh so, familiar looking body of a friend. It's Ashley, it can't be anyone but Ashley...

Rakka's just going to scream now. Why is this happening to them?! To her?!]

[withabigsmile]

[...You know Blue absolutely does not have a shred of her shit together but god damn, come here Rakka, let's just back up and hug this one out for a moment now that you've shrieked enough to send everyone pouring into this room.]

[charcoalfeather]

[All of the shit has been lost. It not coming back either because god damn her friend is dead. She's dead, she's laying there and she's dead and and....

The shrieking does die down eventually, more or less because Rakka runs out of air, and soon enough she's in another hug. Tears are coming now, unstoppable.]

No, no....

[icysemblance]

[Weiss comes running when she hears that scream.]

What happened --

[Oh no. No, no, no.]

Ashley? Wake up. Wake up, come on, wake up.

[She kneels down, shaking her shoulder.]

[charcoalfeather]

[You shake that corpse, Weiss. Rakka's not going to stop you.

She's not going to do anything at the moment. She's come to a halt.]

[mortyfied]

[Wow, Morty's actually awake and not locked in a closet for an exciting, friday morning! He's just gonna go about his morning like it's normal and -- oh fuck, is that screaming?

He doesn't want to see what's up but he also doesn't want to look the other way if someone's actually died, so he nervously enters the room and..]

I-is everyone o-- [Oh. That's... there's.. there's a dead body. And it's Ashley, too..]

O-o-oh my god, A-Ashley... [Fucking hell]

[swirlied]

[ Yuuri sets off running towards the scream when he hears it, dreading the worst. His fears come true when he sees all the blood, and he stops in his tracks when he sees the victim. ]

No... She can't be...

[zomgboom]

[wanders down from the shooting range, twirling a steak knife because that's not dangerous. stops.

knife clatters to the ground.]

You have got to be kidding me.

[ninehundredlives]

...oh my god.

[Susan puts a hand over her mouth. For once, she's actually visibly affected by a death. She promised, she promised...]

[perpend]

We'll find them, we'll find the person who did this...

[It's one of them. Oh god, one of them killed Ashley.]

[ninehundredlives]

I promised her she'd get out!

[perpend]

I... I promised her, too. I wanted to get her out, to protect her.

[clearasmud]

[ Well, it's Friday again and they've got a track record of being terrible here, but let's go to the sewing room for nice, crafty reasons and... that sure is the stench of blood and death.

okay, well who-




no. ]

NO!

[ please just be injured please they need you

she's running the hell over to the body of course ]

[perpend]

[Someone has been exploring upstairs, because he rushes in to join the crowd when he hears the scream.]

N-no...

[midnightsea]

[Eventually, Dio would probably learn to just stay awake later than usual on Friday instead of being distracted by the inevitable screaming. But this was not that week, and glam rock feathers and all he found his way to the sewing room.]

Now what is i--

[. . .]

[His hand tightened on the journal he carried with him, black nails digging into the cover.]

[So that's how today was going to go, was it.]

[openterrain]

[ It doesn't take long for Jean to show up and figure out what's going on - and when he does he just... stops for a moment. Stops and stares.

And then he simply turns and leaves, pale and shaking. ]

[oftheland]

[...yeah, it's a good thing he brought a jar today just in case, apparently.

all right, who is it this ti...

oh, goddamnit.]

...her, of all people...

[forcegalactic]

[Mordecai follows the sounds of screams immediately. Goddammit, you people need to stop dying-

And then he sees the body.

Goddammit.]

Not her...

[shuttermouse]

[ Chie wanders into the sewing room to see who died this time, and when she sees the body is she sort of just... stops, and stares for a moment - for once, her immediate response is not to start taking pictures.

...She liked this girl. She wanted her to live. ]

[heymcfly]

[ Marty's beanie that's sitting on his head burns as he sees the next victim. Tears spring from his face and trail down his cheeks. A few tears quickly turn to sobs that wrack his body. ]

Oh, my god! Please god, please god no!

[crimsonchin]

[ Asuka sees the body. She's standing right in the doorframe, not quite wanting to push her way through the clamoring crowd around Ashley's corpse, but from the reactions and what she can see, it's enough for her. It's the first time she has a visible reaction to the body; not even the hanging could get that out of her. But her hand is on her hat, visor pulled over her eyes. Her other hand is clenched in a fist, clinging to the doorframe...

I really don't want to die here.

Son of a bitch. This is what happens when you get attached, Asuka.

She's...actually shaking. Whether it's with rage or with something else, it's hard to tell, but the normally stoic Asuka is trying her hardest to keep her feet firmly on the ground here. ]

[housenurse]

[in all of these girls, she's seen Mako. and perhaps it was greater with Ashley. she had such a vitality in her, even as awful and painful as everything that had happened to her was... and all of that was gone. a life cut far too short.

the sight of blood, this time, makes her dizzy. she'd be utterly useless in an investigation, even more than she usually is, so hopefully no one will mind when she goes off to find a nice, quiet corner to crumple up and weep in.]