WEEK 5

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WEEK FIVE

21 Vacationers

The weekend sure was something, wasn't it? Tempers flared, explosions burst, and some were treated to an immersive sand bath experience. Come Monday at least, things seem quieter though not in the unnatural still way—the distortions on the islands have receded sometime in the night (with some impressive firework-like booms that may have stirred your sleep, at that; and the waves seem a little higher this morning) and the various amenities on the island have been made orderly again. Though, as always, some traces remain in the landscape; the waterfall looks like it has seen better days, though it's no longer in danger of coughing up debris on your head if looked at wrong.

This week like the rest brings new locations for you to explore, on Kakapo's Nest though it seems like only one of them really fits the vacation vibe. Hope you like snow!

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WEATHER ALERT:

Bulletin:
Starting Monday morning and continuing throughout the week, pollen counts will be elevated. This is expected to last until late Thursday

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TASKS:

Breathe Freely:
Enjoy the great outdoors with a fellow vacationer! It's never too late to appreciate nature.
(REWARD: RARE!)

(( Yes, only one task this week which is memshare with someone else. Have fun!
REMINDER: Task submissions are due Friday by 9 PM EST/6 PM PST. ))

(( OOC: Murder proposals are due by Tuesday at 4 PM EST / 1 PM PST, for the current week's murder, which is the last week of standard murder, week 6 being endgame!!

Also, as always, your admins can be contacted for a chat. ))

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for Billy

[dupiety]

[Your investigation into the pontiff's murder brings you to Canalbrine, a port town that houses your Person of Interest: Lucian the theologian. This man was the last known person to have spoken with the pontiff before he died, and you've come to get answers. After running into a familiar friend—Crick, a newly anointed Sanctum Knight—the two of you quickly pair up and continue the investigation together.

Your sleuthing brings you to Lucian's residence, though you were reluctant to come interrogate him just yet. A recent murder in town has you wondering if this was his doing, or something else entirely.

You knock on the door, but there is no answer.

Crick steps forward and calls out:]

Lucian? Are you there? I am from the Sacred Guard. I wish to have a word with you.

[Silence follows. Your eyebrows furrow.]

No reply... As I thought. [Without a second thought, you brandish your staff.] Then it's come to this... We must use brute force.

What are you suggesting, Temenos? [Crick asks... But then the realization hits him and he looks like he's about to have a heart attack on the spot.] No, stop! We need the Sacred Guard's permission!

[You give him a blank stare and shake your head.]

Says the man who tells me we've not a moment to lose.

[It was Crick's idea to come rushing over here to interrogate Lucian, after all. Having his words thrown back at him makes him back up, embarrassed.]

Ngk! Well...yes, but--!

[You smirk, stepping away from the door. You know Crick is struggling with this because of how straitlaced he is.]

We can beg for forgiveness later. But for the moment, I need you to give us an "edge."

How dare you--! [Crick barks back, aghast at the request. But he quickly falls into silence, and after a moment, he sighs heavily and reluctantly draws his sword.] There's no arguing with you, is there?

[Slash! Lucian's door is cleaved clean in twain and falls to the ground in a heap.

Pleased to have gotten your way, you clap.]

Bravo, Crick! You're learning. Now, let's invite ourselves in.

[Crick looks absolutely ashamed by his actions. Bowing his head, he mutters:]

O gods... Please forgive me!

[With that, the two of you step inside the dark house to investigate... But what you find isn't quite what you expected. The place is absolutely trashed. Books are strewn everywhere and in the middle of it all lies a man in a pool of blood.]

Is that... Lucian?!

[You carefully step over and lean down to check for a pulse.]

Dead. And it's him. There's no mistaking it. [...] I very much doubt he is our killer now.

Then who could it be?

[Isn't that the question of the hour? Just what is going on here? You had better investigate for clues before the rest of the Sacred Guard comes running. Unlike Crick, they cannot be trusted.]