WEEK 2 INVESTIGATION

[killerwaves]

INVESTIGATION

The sun rises over sparkling waves and beaches -- and there are far more of them now, double the amount of sun and surf across the two unusual islands you've been forced to call home. Not that you were able to see the breaking dawn, given that you found yourself falling asleep at the stroke of midnight, regardless of how tired you were.

Your restful(?) sleep is brought to a sudden end at 7am with a booming whipcrack of sound; those on Seagull's Playground will hear it first, much louder than the karaoke windows shattering last night. Indeed, a window or two may crack in the arcade, but at least nothing else breaks as a new shockwave flashes out on that island. Those on Sungem's Peak will merely feel a stronger breeze and see some higher waves, but they'll certainly hear an echo of everything as they come to.

Given your sudden sleep and confinement (if you took notice in the midst of everything you were up to), it's understandably harder to keep track of your cabana-and-islandmates.

Now that you're very likely very awake -- perhaps it's time to take a look around outside, and see if this week brings better tidings than the last.

(( OOC: Welcome to your first official investigation! This is similar to last week's peace week investigation: body discovery part comes first, free for all exploration for everyone until a body (or bodies) is found. Then we will move into the detailed investigation of body and locations! Good luck at Costco. ☆ ))

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[gluttoning]

[There's a deafening crash of metal from the kitchen and the cracking of wood as a door is nearly cracked off its hinges on the way to the pantry.

Unless there are any dead bodies in here, several shelves are coming down, and MANY things are going directly into Beelzebub's mouth. He's currently in the middle of some cake flour.]

[killerwaves]

[Clouds of flour rise in the path of Beelzebub's rampage, shelves creak and stray food flies, covering the floor and some walls of the kitchen and any adjacent areas. There might even be ketchup involved. It's a total mess in here for anyone strolling in, a veritable graveyard jungle of demonic dining.

Left in the flour dust, hanging slightly askew and just on its hinges -- is that a handprint-shaped dent?? -- the kitchen door groans one final time as it attempts to swing shut and fails.

The kitchen door is dead.]

[idologue]

[ Unfortunately for everyone involved, Lacus was headed in this direction for her checks and... ]

Oh dear...

[ This is horrifying, sir. ]

Are you... quite alright?

[gluttoning]

[His wings spread immediately as he bares his teeth at Lacus and lets out a belting, animalistic roar.

Thankfully, it looks like just a warning. A piece of sheet metal shelving is ripped apart with his bare hands like it were paper, teeth tearing and throat inhaling.

He's not gonna be much help here Lacus, sorry.]

[idologue]

[ ............................. ]

I shall leave you to it.

[ BYE. ]

[gluttoning]

[Enjoy the background ambience of an entire room being eaten!]