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]

[He was gonna say something to that effect, but then Beel says that he can't help but be mildly amused.]

Regular bloodhound, aren't ya?

[gluttoning]

Scent is important.

[His brow creases slightly.]

Don't call me a dog again, though.

[conceivesfrenzy]

[ snickers from the peanut gallery ]

[gluttoning]

[:(]

[butcherspice]

Alright, easy. You're onto something, scent might point to a perp.

[Sensitive spot, apparently. Billy takes note.]

[gluttoning]

Maybe. No promises.

It doesn't taste like someone else, at least not right here. That's what I was wondering, if someone else got injured.

Not sure about that now, though. [Now that Billy's unearthed Merlin's back looking like Swiss cheese.]

[butcherspice]

Reckon we're lookin' for someone strong enough to leave a crater who'd think to make a bundle of stakes to skewer folks. Plenty of bastards here that could leave the crater, it's the fuckin' swiss cheese holes that needs some thinkin' on...

[Alice could be dying in the background rn but this ain't about her.]

[gluttoning]

The rings, too. They're not the same size.

[He's fishing out his network device, but also what looks like a second entire smartphone from his jacket.]

Your profile said you had a crowbar. Do you have that on you?

I can take pictures. But I need something to scale it to.

cw gore mentions

[butcherspice]

I ain't about to leave it behind when any pissant could decide they wanna off me.

[Billy pulls out the crowbar. If it's a little over an inch wide, how does it scale compared to the rings of blood in the crater?]

If it's a stake, it'd be wider at the base than the pointy bit. But then what, did they smash 'im in the ground while they were diggin' into his back to finish the job?

[killerwaves]

[The crowbar is noticeably smaller than the blood rings in the crater.]

[gluttoning]

Where did they go, if that was the case? The wounds don't go all the way through.

[Thank u makeshift crowbar ruler, he's gonna get a shot of both the rings and a quick hold up to Merlin's current swiss cheese back, before handing the bar back to Billy.]

Mm. Thanks.