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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[gluttoning]

[Bye, he's marching right up to the buffet and not even bothering with a plate.

Meat...

Meat.

Meat's so good.

Lobelia who? Never heard of him.]

[conchy]

Bon chien! Eat to your heart's content and forget all about pauvre mort Merlin!

[It's what he would've wanted... not. Merlin's ego must also be rolling in its grave, having died without a chance to live up to his boasts and show off his sick wizarding skills. With one problem solved, Lobelia wanders off to cause them elsewhere. He'll be back later to ask you about the horns n shit, Beel.]

[gluttoning]

[Dumping this responsibility on poor Vergilius..............

Oh well. Beelzebub is too hungry and too full of Meat to respond. Is he even breathing between bites? Who knows.

Bye, mister hon hon baguette.]