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

[mortyfied]

U-um, this. [He holds the doll out for Rakka to see.]

What do you mean she was crying over it a couple days ago? D-did something happen with it? [Well obviously it's broken, Morty.]

[charcoalfeather]

[...That doll IS creepy.]

Oh, it's... like the other ones I found on the desk.

[mortyfied]

Other ones? What - what other ones? [There's more....]

[charcoalfeather]

More dolls. I found them on the desk... but, none of them are broken like this.

[Curiouser and curioser.]

[mortyfied]

That's... that's super weird. Maybe she broke this one on accident?

[charcoalfeather]

I don't know... [Why would she? that's the question here. Ugh.]

[mortyfied]

[Yeah, he's not sure what to think of it either.]

Um.. anyway, this counts as a clue, right? Or do you think it's not important enough to bring up?

[charcoalfeather]

Uh... well...

[She... honestly wasn't thinking about it. Um. She nods a bit?]

N-no, I think we should bring it up at the trial. Maybe it's important.

[mortyfied]

Yeah... yeah, okay. I'll keep a hold of it until then.

[zomgboom]

I dunno. I went into the library to grab something and she was, like, holding it and crying. I didn't want to bother her.

[mortyfied]

[The plot thickens]

S-so it must've been important to her... d'you think she stepped on it on accident or something? Maybe she was crying because she broke it? [Of course saying this before knowing it's supposed to be Ashely]

[zomgboom]

[squints at it]

. . . Yeah, I dunno. Ashley didn't strike me as much of a Barbie dress-up girl.

[mortyfied]

What if it belonged to her grandmother or something? It could've had some sentimental value, right?

[zomgboom]

They don't really look antique, IMHO. [That's pronounced "im-hoe."] But I'm not, like, a doll expert or anything.

[mortyfied]

[Yeah, he's not sure that they're really antique either, but something catches his attention more than that.]

...i-im-hoe? What? [What the fuck is that even, Tabby..]

[zomgboom]

[........... aren't you from more future than her. why don't you know internet slang.]

In my honest - or humble, if you're into that - opinion. I-M-H-O. Imhoe.

[mortyfied]

...oh, right. [He knows internet slang! You're just saying it weird.]

I always read that as I-M-H-O. Y'know, with the letters separately read outloud?

[zomgboom]

No, imhoe is like lawl. You know? You can, like, say it as a word or you can, like, spell it out. I don't have time to spell it all the time so.

[SHRUG.]

[mortyfied]

Eugh. [He sounds kind of disgusted at that.]

Y-you know, my sister had a phase where she did that. She - she said stuff like "lawl" at the end of sentences and it got r-really annoying. [He pinned Ashley for the type to do that at first, but he was definitely wrong there.]