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?

Comments

[openterrain]

Looks like it. [ He's mostly focused on the mugs' contents right now. ] Why are there three, though...?

[perpend]

Three people...

Ashley used to..... used to come in here. I wonder if she was drinking with people.

What's at the bottom there?

[Detective here. What's the residue look like?]

[forcegalactic]

[Mordecai walks over to check on the mugs.] Two or three, either's a possibility.

[He's trying so hard to remain stoic, unaffected by another murder investigation, but it's hard. This isn't like the other times. He knew Ashley. He liked talking with her, and now she's gone.

It's hard not to feel sad about that.]

[perpend]

It could be that someone didn't like what was in the mug, or....

[How could any of them want to harm Ashley?]

Or we're dealing with two suspects.

[forcegalactic]

There's all sorts of etiquette when it comes to drinks, but who knows what this person thought.

[He has his own theories, but he's currently trying hard to not sound upset at the moment. They'll have time later.]

They-they musta thought she was an easy target. Always jumpy, trustin' of others. [He solemnly looks at the empty cups.] They knew what they were doin'.

[perpend]

We'll get them. We'll get the bastard.

[forcegalactic]

[A deep breath, and a strong nod.]

We will, Inspector.