WEEK ONE, SATURDAY

[killerwaves]

INVESTIGATION(?)

Exciting night, no? Were you able to get to sleep, or did you stay up into the wee hours, seeing that far-off shimmer near the gazebos and listening to the rising rumble of whatever-that-is and wondering when it would come for you?

At least, when dawn finally comes and the shimmer is overcome by the rising light of the sun, it seems that last night wasn't the end. For you.

Instead, once it's morning proper, there's a shift -- like the breeze and the smell after a bout of sudden summer thunderstorm without the storm: the pressure and the oppressive atmosphere of yesterday is gone, just like that. But also: accompanying it a few seconds later is a clean whipcrack of sound, like giant hands clapping together. And a moment after that, you'll feel something pass overhead -- you won't be able to see anything, but anyone outside at the time will find themselves staggered by what seems to be a small shockwave spreading throughout the island.

That's not the only change that awaits you this morning, however.

You might want to get out of bed, if you haven't already, and take a proper look around.

(( OOC: Welcome to our peace week Saturday event, islanders! Please note that this will be run similarly to a normal investigation, but will not be a full investigation. As such, everyone is welcome to explore for the first part of the event, and then we will take a limited amount of people for the second half, investigation-style. ))

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[butcherspice]

[Okie-doke, gotcha! Given there's nothing in the front, Billy is gonna turn Merlin around to see if there's anything on his back. Obviously this isn't a normal murder but on the off chance--]

[killerwaves]

[Glad you asked!

Merlin's back is full of holes. Assuming you moved his hair aside. Several of them are concentrated around where the chest area would be on the front, but there's odd ones scattered over the lower torso, too.

His clothing here is also more consistent with the wounds, with the holes in the back of his robe matching the holes in his person. There's some stray glass, presumably from the statue(s).]

[butcherspice]

[Bingo!]

Well, someone here made a kebab out of ya, didn't they, mate?

[He's casually talking to the corpse. So normal. Anyway, about how wide are these holes and are they all around the same width?]

[killerwaves]

[The corpse doesn't talk back, at least, not in so many words.

But sometimes holes are worth a thousand words! Most of the holes are roughly palm-sized, though some are smaller -- the ones around the chest area range between half an inch to an inch wide.]