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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[zomgboom]

[She has the key and it works, but she still just kind of stands in front of the door for a moment before actually opening it.

Once it is opened, is there anything immediately noticeable?]

[nankurunaisa]

[She's following in right behind regardless of her personal feelings at the moment. Ashley's things...something important must be here, right? Isn't that how it's always been?]

[zomgboom]

Hey, Hibeeks.

[How appropriate: the first instance of that nickname was in a tag to Ashley.]

[nankurunaisa]

Hey.

[It takes Hibiki a moment to register she's even being spoken to. Ashley...part of her doesn't think it's true, but...]

I had a feeling you'd be here.

[zomgboom]

It's like, she made these [gestures to the gloves she's wearing] and so I have that part of her forever or whatever, right? But, like. There's a reason I don't steal from any of you while you're alive.

[Hint: it has nothing to do with Tabby being a respectable human being.]

[trustmods]

[Nothing immediately off here, nope. Just a room belonging to a poor dead girl. She's got some stuff if you want to take a crack at that... or maybe you'd like to investigate a little more?]

[zomgboom]

[............... Stuff first, investigate as it happens. IS IT IN THE TRUNK?]

[trustmods]

[THERE IS INDEED JUNK IN THE TRUNK, there's a lot of it, actually. The Old Amber is next to the trunk, the Blueberry Perfume and the Star Sand are on the desk, and the rest is sorted into "keep" and "do not keep" piles in the trunk.

...The less said about the Vibrating Kokeshi, the better.]

[zomgboom]

[............ That's a lot of stuff. RIGHT OK.

Throws amber into the trunk, closes, and writes a note saying TABBY CALLS DIBS. Is there anything weird about the bed, while we're here on the floor?]

[trustmods]

[It looks like Morty's taking care of the bed!]

[nankurunaisa]

[Since Hibiki has done it before, she'll check the peripherals of the room. The walls, the floors, the bathroom. Is there anything out of place where someone might walk or move around in the room?]

[trustmods]

[Nope, nothing out of the ordinary here! At least, not from where you're standing.]

[nankurunaisa]

[Well, she's not going to give up. Is there anything down low, possibly underneath the desk or the bed? It looks like everyone else has the room under control.]

[trustmods]

[Where do you want to look? Under the desk or the bed?]

[nankurunaisa]

[Well, since there's now a swarm of people by the bed, she'll check under the desk but let's face it she did not do well this investigation.]

[trustmods]

[It looks like Morty's got that, actually. Do you want to join him?]

[nankurunaisa]

[She's the one who got the dolls. She can explain those when everyone is done.

For now, she's going to keep looking. No one can criticize her for not trying.]

[trustmods]

[Checking under the desk, then?]

[nankurunaisa]

[Yep! As efficiently as if looking for a missing hamster!]

[trustmods]

[Well, you won't find a hamster, but you will find a crumpled piece of paper.]

[nankurunaisa]

[Don't mind her, losers

She's just going to sit under the desk and uncrumple it because Hibiki is impossibly tiny and curious]

[withabigsmile]

[HELLO HIBIKI I SEE YOU'RE CHECKING UNDER THE DESK- what is that?]

What's it say?

[trustmods]

[The letter is in Ashley's handwriting and it reads as follows:

Josh,

I'm sorry. I'm sorry about Hannah and Beth. I'm sorry that I'm so glad to be alive. You're the reason I met any of our friends and now I'm the reason you're de]

[nankurunaisa]

[Josh. That name.

After everything that Ashley has told her, she's not going to make this public. She gently crumples it back up and sticks it in her pocket before looking up at Blue.]

Sorry, it's...got nothin' to do with anythin' here! It was about somethin' we were talkin' about the other night.

[It was a horrible night and people died. That's not anyone's business but the dead's.]

[withabigsmile]

I wonder if it's the same thing we were talking about the other night.

[Regardless, you go ahead and keep that crumpled letter and she will keep hers, and we'll both just kind of. Not bring up this personal stuff unless it becomes really necessary to do so.

Is there anything else around the room to find?]