Third.
| 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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Of course, anything that dissolves in water isn't going to show up in a look-over, but like that's ever stopped him.]
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Jean is shaking a little, but he picks the blankets up. Are they familiar at all? Something that might have been brought from the dorm rooms? ]
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...Your mod probably should have mentioned that the tea cup was next to one of the mugs, not sitting away from them.]
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Poor Ashley.
One other thing to check: are any of the blankets in a weird state? Torn, stained, wrinkled, crumpled up funny? ]
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One last thing: anything underneath them? ]
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Let's say Jean runs down to the storage room to check for missing blankets. Are we gonna strike gold here, or not? ]
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Alright, now that's all. ]
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She thought she was safe...