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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[crimsonchin]

[ Shot in the head, then?

So where is the gun? ]

[trustmods]

[The gun is lying a short distance away from Ashley's body - like it was discarded as opposed to deliberately set.]

[crimsonchin]

[ Just...dropped to the floor, then.

How many bullets left in it? ]

[trustmods]

[There are four bullets still left inside.]

[crimsonchin]

[ One in the wall, one in her skull.

Fucking wunderbar. She...can't stay in here anymore. She's still shaking, still showing signs of weakness. People will want to mourn with her.

Not right now. ]