WEEK 5 INVESTIGATION

[killerwaves]

INVESTIGATION

Good Mourning. Unlike the previous weeks, there's no musical serenade to greet you, just the ambient sounds of the island and the stirrings of those you spent the night with, if you were the type to want company. For those of you on certain islands, the background thrum (and siren laments, for those unlucky) of the warp phenomenon may also have sung you to sleep; but will they sing you to waking? You know how this goes by now, so is anything on this of all mornings really comforting? And is everyone you spent the night with still with you...?

Indeed, the not-so-dulcet tones of the ever-present haze fill the morning; you may not want it accounted for, but here it is nevertheless.

(( OOC: Welcome to your final murder investigation, let's get this party started☆ ))

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[killerwaves]

[ No one in the pool! ]

[killerwaves]

[The air is always cool and crisp in here, smelling irresistibly of places faraway from and better -- surely -- than these islands. Today, though, there's a certain heaviness in here; maybe it's the fact that there's still less snow than usual, though the snow machines seem to have been (somewhat inexpertly) fixed.

Other than that, though, nothing seems out of place--

Except something small and shadowed and bundled on one of the far benches. Surely, though, everyone knows better than to go to sleep in the snow. Perhaps someone forgot their effects in here. Perhaps it's a trick of snowblindness.

Perhaps you should approach.]

[gluttoning]

[god don't do this to me mods

Last place, let's check the boutique real quick. If that's clear, he's going to try to track down where Crea went.]

[killerwaves]

[ And no one in the boutique. Feel free to fetch Crea with Noodle. ]

[gluttoning]

[He is RUNNING to wherever Crea is which I guess is snow room.]

[dakicover]

[ no, no one should go to sleep in the snow. it would be anyone's downfall, with hypothermia settling in quickly enough to kill them, even in a controlled environment like this.

crea steels himself, though a large part of him is hopeful enough to find whoever it is alive. without hesitation, he runs towards the bench, his heart in his throat. ]

[necrotiem]

[oh :(

yikes :( or, well, since it's quin: yikes! :)

If no one's made it over to the go-karts at this point she will take the railroad to the next island over. and then i'll chill so other people can explore more

ps your landscaping is part of your home's value]

[idologue]

[ Lacus had been expecting a death this morning. She'd prepared herself to lose someone dear to her. But there is no amount of steeling your heart that can prepare you for the reality of suddenly having someone ripped from your life whom you were fully expecting to say good morning to.

Her steps were quick and determined when she began approaching the table, but on the last meters Lacus slows down and falters. ]

You... I'm so sorry.

[ Lacus looks down at Orange in her hands. 'A good luck charm', she'd said. After all, would Zelkov bring himself into danger if he had one of hers looking after him? One of hers to look after?

But of course, Orange had never been in danger. Orange had been left guarding the garden, their projects and prayers within it. ]

I'm sorry... Zelkov... I should have been with you...

[ She knows that she can't disturb the crime scene, but she can at least run a finger over his cheek, can't she? This much should be allowed, surely? ]

Please... sleep well. You've slept so little.

[killerwaves]

[ ゴゴゴゴ! ]

1/???? :)

[killerwaves]

[First of all, the landscape here is probably going down in value by now -- because a larger part of the tracks are warped than yesterday, and it really looks like the thing is thinking pretty hard about taking over the go-kart business.

Second of all...

Well, we're sure Waltaquin has eyes.]

[chosenwang]

[ He's always been useless with these situations. He gives her space, and even turns to let her say her goodbyes without any eyes on her.

Once she's done, he will slowly approach and very carefully put his hand on her shoulder. It's light enough she can move away if she doesn't want any contact right now. ] I'll keep watch at the entrance if you need a bit more.

[necrotiem]

[yes she has eyes.

fuck you.]

2/2

[lestrois]

[ And, since she has eyes, she can see that Athos... is alive! Currently the pink liger seems to be next to an upturned gokart, but is currently focusing on something laying on the ground.

And since it's kinda turned away, it's easy to see that he's seen better days, and seems to be injured.

Might be best to approach with caution, Quin. ]

[idologue]

[ Lacus doesn't shake him off. She just inhales as deeply as the gas mask will let her and shakes her head. ]

We don't have time for that. There will be a trial and we're going to want to be prepared.

[ Last week they let a culprit go free. This week? No way. Lacus does not believe in the death penalty as a structural feature - but she is not going to let the wrong person take the fall for doing this to Zelkov of all people. ]

[necrotiem]

[Help she's not equipped to deal with an injured liger.]

Easy, boy... [She attempts?

Will he let her get closer, her hands held out palms up to show she means him or whatever is on the ground any harm?]

[killerwaves]

[Ah, but what if one had a coat?

Because the closer Crea gets, the better he'll be able to see that someone is wrapped up in one of the nice, thick coats provided at the entrance to the snow room. They're being kept nice and cozy, so perhaps they really did just decide to take a nap here. The scenery is soothing, after all, and the quiet coils around them both easily. Sounds vanish every time he steps forward.

White flakes fall softly, slowly all around and blur the miniature fake landscape; the gentle rise and fall of snowy mounds that has mostly recovered from being melted to hell by a dragon a few days ago. Everything has a faint, fairytale sparkle -- even the face of a girl who should have gone to sleep last night surrounded in friends and laughter and the celebration of her being alive. One more year. Many happy returns.

But: her serene face is covered in blood, you see now, the entire structure of it changed by the severity of injuries that very few could survive. And it looks like her luck and her time has run out.

Nona is dead.]

[butcherspice]

[God dammit. Is there a dead body in the tree?]

[dakicover]

[ as he steps closer and the details become more clear to him, crea's steps... slow down. the moment that he can see face, disfigured and bloody, he feels the bile rise up in his throat, but he doesn't have it in him to react. for a flash of a second, his hand lights up in a blue flame in hopes of healing her, but that hope is soon extinguished along with his ability. by the time that he reaches the bench, he's practically dragging his feet along the snow, uncaring of how cold it is whenever it gets into his feet.

he should have protected her. he should have guarded the door. he should have set up traps. he should have.... he should have......

he should have tried to be a hero for her.

with his mind blank and his energy sapped from him, crea falls to his knees, staring forward at the bench and the body of the friend that he lost. ]

[killerwaves]

[ Time to find out, right?

What with blood on the ground nearby...

Well, Billy should be familiar with certain tell-tale signs of people's clothing. Whether or not he's been associating with that person on the regular.

The strange thing about it, is...well, there's certainly no body here.

But, there's one simple fact about what he's seeing here:

This bloodied veil could only belong to one Alice.

A girl who never had any cares about holding back her opinion...

It's clear something has happened to her. Something terrible. But he will not catch sight of her body nearby, or in the location he had intended to go to (though he can still check it out if he wants.)

That is all he can take away from this. Have fun with that. ]

[lestrois]

[ It stops what it's doing as it hears Quin approach, and quickly turns and snarls threateningly, guarding what it's got laying under it.

Which, as Athos lunges at her to attack, probably looks like an arm. ]

[chosenwang]

[ He will give a nod. ]

I'll put my all in helping you find the answers

[ As much as he can at least. ]

ignore that he is in demon form he's not but this is my only crying icon

[gluttoning]

[He rounds the corner, wanting to call out to Crea. But he sees his roommate drop to his knees, and Beel quickly runs over to try and get a better look--

...

"But I am Nona. It doesn't matter right now."

"I'm glad I was turned into a dodo."

"Thank you for being my friend. I love you."

It's like the world stops. He hears nothing, the cold grows colder, and where Crea stays blank on the floor, Beel stumbles next to Nona's body.]

No...

No, n-no no no...

[It's broken, quiet. This is a crime scene. He shouldn't. But his hands still rest in her hair, against her back, tears streaming down his face as he shakes her like he's trying to wake her from a nap.

Trying to wake her from an arrow. Trying to wake her as she falls from heaven.]

Nona???? Nona?????????? Nona, no, no, please----

[But she's gone. She's cold, and she no longer smells as she should. And the tears fall hot, and they fall angry and guilty and bitter, as he leans against her huddled form and clutches her close and weeps.]

[necrotiem]

[She flinches backwards, but since she was moving forward slowly, she might have at least enough time to rip a skeleton warrior from the earth to protect her.

It might not be up by the time Athos gets to her, but it will barrel into the liger as quickly as it can. But, like, you know. Athos can probably get a hit in here while the earth is opening up.

Quin has other things to see with her eyes at present, but she is at least thinking clearly enough to remember if she noticed Alice's crop by the....arm....]

[butcherspice]

[Billy is going to attempt to grab the veil out of the tree to further examine it, and see if it's been torn along with bloodied and how badly damaged it is. He's a bit confused, but he is getting some ideas about what might have happened.]

The fuck did you get yourself into, girlie...

[Well! Might as well try to find her or what remains of her! IS there anything in the theater even if it's not Alice's corpse.]

[killerwaves]

[ It's at least a bit torn and bloodied. The immediate area is definitely very chaotic...

That being said, searching in the theater does not reveal any other remains of her. ]