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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[openterrain]

[ Jean picks up on of the mugs and peers at the bottom. What are we looking at? Anything Jean might recognize? ]

[trustmods]

[There's some chocolate residue in both mugs.]

[perpend]

[Like it might come from hot chocolate or something similar?]

[openterrain]

[ Passing one of mugs in question to you, buddy. This is beyond Jean's expertise. ]

[perpend]

[Oh, he's definitely examining these more closely!]

[trustmods]

[Correct! Though it's no longer hot.]

[perpend]

[He's just. Remembering that note he found, and is going to be examining the chocolate residue carefully to see if there's any suspicious substance mixed in with it.

Of course, anything that dissolves in water isn't going to show up in a look-over, but like that's ever stopped him.]

[trustmods]

[You won't find anything there, nope.]

[openterrain]

[ Huh. Someone had hot cocoa? He offers the mug out of Mordecai and Cabanela - whoever wants it more - and then turns his attention to the chairs. What's up with those? ]

[trustmods]

[Nothing terrible, thankfully! There are blankets in each chair! It looks nice and cozy.]

[openterrain]

[ Oh my god, if Ashley was having a heart to hear with someone who turned around and killed her...

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? ]

[trustmods]

[They're not from the dorm rooms, actually! They're not unique either though... maybe you've seen them in the storage room?]

[openterrain]

[ He sure has. He'll have to confirm it later - but for now, he'll look for anything else of note. How many chairs have blankets on them, exactly? ]

[trustmods]

[There are only two chairs around the table, each one with one blanket.

...Your mod probably should have mentioned that the tea cup was next to one of the mugs, not sitting away from them.]

[openterrain]

[ That makes more sense, at least! So someone probably had their own tea, and someone else showed up with hot chocolate and blankets.

Poor Ashley.

One other thing to check: are any of the blankets in a weird state? Torn, stained, wrinkled, crumpled up funny? ]

[trustmods]

[Nothing weird to note about them, no! Just that they've clearly been used by both people in the chairs.]

[openterrain]

[ So both of them probably left peacefully...

One last thing: anything underneath them? ]

[trustmods]

[Nope, you're all good!]

[openterrain]

[ That's that, then. They'll just have to figure the rest out at the trial. ]

[openterrain]

[ NO WAIT I LIED.

Let's say Jean runs down to the storage room to check for missing blankets. Are we gonna strike gold here, or not? ]

[trustmods]

[THERE ARE MISSING BLANKETS IN THE STORAGE ROOM, YES congrats Jean!!]

[openterrain]

[ YEEEEAH HE LEARNED A THING!!

Alright, now that's all. ]

[forcegalactic]

[Mordecai recognizes those blankets. He stole several of them and helped Sukuyo clean all of them the first week.]

She thought she was safe...