Fourth.

[trustmods]

The week has been relatively quiet after the utter debacle that was the previous weekend's trial; access to the fourth floor has generally ensured that no one has any excuse to not keep themselves entertained in one way or another, whether by way of games or by way of copious amounts of alcohol. Of course, that doesn't change the fact that this week's incentive came with a three-day limit this time – something that doesn't seem too geared toward discouraging the pattern that Fridays have fallen into around here. Thankfully, however, there are once again no bodies in the ballroom; it seems everyone has learned a lesson and decided to leave that place alone for the time being. But anybody heading upstairs beyond a certain point is going to have an...interesting time, let's put it that way. >Explore?

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[heymcfly]

[ Marty is going to check the gaming room! ]

[openterrain]

[ So let's say the very first thing Jean checks out in the morning is the bar - since apparently some people think he's too young to be in there.

What's he gonna discover on the way up? ]

[nankurunaisa]

[Well, that's ominous. Whatever. Hibiki wants to head to the gym first thing every morning like usual.]

[withabigsmile]

[GOOD MORNING EVERYONE IT'S A WONDERFUL AND BODY FREE DAoh who is she kidding.

Well, she's heading up to the game room because the sewing room and her still aren't on good terms and the ballroom is off limits on fridays, so up the stairs she goes!]

[trustmods]

[Unfortunately, there's going to be a bit of an obstruction as you're moving to ascend the stairs joining the third and the fourth floor.

Namely, there's a person lying at the bottom of the steps.]

[charcoalfeather]

[Once again, the ballroom is safe. Thank goodness.

Rakka's gonna head up to the library then. Maybe look for something to read?]

[trustmods]

[About that.]

[trustmods]

[SORRY, BLUE...]

[trustmods]

[And she will be unobstructed! Enjoy yourself, Hibiki.]

[trustmods]

[Have a party, Rakka.]

[openterrain]

[ Oh hell no. Jean is in the middle of waving to Marty when he sees whoever it is prone on the floor.

He knows how this goes by now. Jean hurries forward, a sick feeling in his stomach. Just who's dead this morning? ]

[forcegalactic]

[Maybe he had no reason to be worried. Perhaps thus quiet week fortold a lack of trouble for the near future - particularly of the murderous kind. Mordecai heads off to the library to read a good book.]

[heymcfly]

[ Marty's breath hitches. He moves forward carefully, almost afraid to move any closer. ]

Guys? Guuuys?!

[withabigsmile]

[...That sure is a person at the staircase, isn't it.

Well, Blue's putting her hands over her mouth and yelling down the stairs for everyone to hear.]

If you could all please murder somewhere a little more discreet next time, that would be great!

[Blue.

So anyway, who is this dead person--?]

[zomgboom]

[walk into the club like:]

Why are we all just - nevermind. I don't know why I bothered asking.

[trustmods]

[The scene is surprisingly bloodless this time around – there's no caved-in skull, no gunshot wounds – and there are no bizarre displays made of the body; it makes it a little surreal, really, the way that someone is just...lying there. Like maybe they're unconscious, like maybe they'll wake up if enough people congregate around them, or if they're shaken hard enough.

But no matter what happens, she'll remain still, blonde hair splayed out around her head and eyes mercifully closed.

Luna is dead.]

[trustmods]

[Enjoy yourself, Mordecai, at least until the announcement goes off.]

[ninehundredlives]

[Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh

Unofficial ME on her way, then. Every fucking week.]

[nankurunaisa]

[Hibiki is on the staircase, too. She just gets off to head to the gym...but once she hears Blue yell, she freezes and then turns around to keep heading up. It's morning, and did she just yell something about murder--]

W-what is it? What happened?

[Or, well, once she finishes climbing the stairs, she'll see it. And instantly cover her mouth to keep from yelling. Or throwing up. Or both.]

[openterrain]

[ Uh oh.

Oh no.

Jean turns, a little jerky, to the other people gathered around the body. There's a decidedly uneasy expression on his face, but his tone is steady and clear. ]

Someone go find Sol.

[heymcfly]

Jesus! Jesus Christ!

[ His stomach turns at the amount of blood by her head. hands reach into his hair, pulling by the roots. ] Jesus Christ!

[perpend]

[Well this sure is a gathering, isn't it?

By now, Cabanela knows what's up.]

Not again...

[mortyfied]

[You know. Morty was just.. he wanted to check the bar in case Rick passed out drunk and not find a dead body but of course life isn't very easy is it? He's... just... damn.]

A-aw jeez... [Poor Sol..]

TRUST HAS BEEN BROKEN

[antitrust]

[And after a while, there goes the clock, chiming out throughout all the rooms in the Academy; once it's done, the Conductor can be heard over the intercom – all of the anger from last week is gone, and the usual interest and vaguely manic energy is back in his words when he speaks.]

To the guilty: You've made your choice; someone's life has ended because of you. This is your fault; it's your doing. I only hope you intend to see it through to the end.

To the rest of you: Find whomever did this. It won't bring her back; it won't restore the life that was taken. But Counterbalanced deserves that much, doesn't she?

You will have time to investigate as you see fit. Once you've finished, convene by the stairwell on the southwestern side of the dormitories and I'll allow you downstairs.

[And for the time being, that is all.]

[openterrain]

Canabela, could you-- [ Jean's not really good at these subtle, tricky murders, after all. ] I don't really know what I'm looking for here.