THE FIRST INVESTIGATION

[strangerpeople]

THE FIRST INVESTIGATION

[As Friday morning dawns, everything is quiet. Serene, even. It's been almost two weeks since the beginning of their stay here, and the time to fulfill the Commander's ultimatum offer is almost up. It seems that no one's taken her up on the offer, so far.

Maybe the lack of murder will continue, as everyone starts to go about their day....but there's only one way to find out.

Let's go about our normal routine, shall we?]

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[strangerpeople]

[Don't say things you can't take back, lady.

Like the powerful smell of something really bad in here. Wanna look further?]

[fashionfever]

[Okay well honestly if there's a single toilet that doesn't smell like complete garbage she is just going to make use of that first and totally wash her hands and then investigate further. She lives in New York, she knows how to prioritize in situations like this. You have to take what you can get.]

[strangerpeople]

[Angela, you a braver soul than most. While most of the stalls seem to be clear, there is one that is...well, a mess. Be careful while looking!]

[fashionfever]

[UH...............................................

Man, she's worried about how only two other women could produce a smell this bad. What unfortunate odds!

Okay. Her feet are several inches away on the ground as she leeeeeeeeeans over with one hand and pinches the pod handle or whatever with her thumb and middle finger.]

[strangerpeople]

[What she will find is that someone is indeed there, on the floor and against the wall. This poor person must have had a bad time considering she isn't moving and no sign of breathing, it's safe to say that this person has passed on.

Vita Clotilde, The Immune, is dead.]

[fashionfever]

???

[???]

...?

[She's just... sitting there. Why would she sit there?]

Vita...

[And smell so disgusting?]

Vita! Sober up faster! This isn't a place I can't bring you coffee!

[The complete lack of response to this is what finally clicks it into place. The waxy property of her skin, like the funeral celebrants Angela very faintly remembers, the disgusting smell for lack of that embalming gloss&mdash]

AAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Angela takes several steps backwards like a scared deer and crumples underneath the sink.]

[beguiledcard]

[ It doesn't take him too long to arrive after he hears that scream. And, he stops in the doorway for a moment before... making his way inside???? ]

Angela? What... happened? [ naturally, he sounds tense ] Are you okay??

[losergod]

[ He was in the halls when he hears it. Oh god. What's happened. He's here quick as he can be, despite it being the girl's room. ]

Miss Napoli? ... Mister Kurusu, what happened?

[beguiledcard]

[ over here! ]

[fashionfever]

He [she waves her hand loosely at Akira] Akira didn't do anything, he just... heard the commotion, that's all,,,!!!!!!!!!!

[losergod]

Miss Napoli, calm down. I doubt either of you did anything. There's no evidence pointing to you just yet.

[ Okay. Deep breaths. Body is gross but someone's gonna have to deal with it, and he has medical knowledge, so... ]

... Is there anyone here trained in medicine?

[fashionfever]

[She shakes her head with foggy eyes.]

Don't make... Rosenkreuz do it... He doesn't know about... Things.

[fashionfever]

N-Nothing happened! [She turns to face Akira with intense discomfort in her eyes - why is he in here? Will he suspect her? Is he the one who attacked Vita in the first place and is looking for more obstacles to vanquish? A second later she processes that he's just in the doorway, reasonable enough.]

I didn't do anything! [Her eyes fill up with tears and she babbles less coherently.] I didn't even bring any darn coffee!

[beguiledcard]

[ His eyes widen, and it takes him a moment to move forward enough to finally be able to... see what she's even talking about. ]

Shit... [ looking to C ] It's... It's Vita...

[ Just. Don't mind as his hands start to shake?? He's instantly turning pale before moving to, uh... gently try guiding Angela out of there?? ]

Let's-... Come on. You should... sit down, okay?

[losergod]

Someone took the bait.

[ It's said softly. ]

... We need to preserve the crime scene. Can you attend to her, Mister Kurusu? She will... probably need it.

[ And his social skills are lacking. ]

Part 1/2

[earietale]

[So Barbara was just trying to have a good time on the second floor with Pass and then she heard screams and just ran here with him and now she's just terrified.]

A-Angela, what-

Part 2/2

[earietale]

[And then she sees.]

What...why...

[Vita...she'd...she'd talked to her last night, and now...she's just sitting there. Not moving, not breathing, just...gone.

Barbara can only take deep breaths as she backs up against a wall, taking it all in. It happened, and now...things are going to get worse.]

[leftthelighton]

[ Passepartout doesn't know his roommate very well. He only really started to get to know her when they created that concoction of a meal together. But seeing her body.... he clutches his chest for a moment. It truly shakes him. ]

This... who could have done this?

[earietale]

[Barbara tries to take a breath deep enough to talk, and manages to get something out.]

I-I don't know, but...but we need to get out of here...

[She's gonna try grabbing his hand and dragging him away. They really, really shouldn't look at this.]

[leftthelighton]

Should we not examine the body? Attempt to find the injury and reason?

[ He says this very weakly and clutches to her hand. He does not really wish to do this. He'd rather leave it to others. ]

[fashionfever]

[The sight of Barbara in her own dress is enough to make Angela take a single great swallow. She has to be the big one, the adult. She might be the baby sister who's bad at it, but an adult is still what she is and has to be. She takes Akira's arm and gets up.]

I'm... Fine...

[leftthelighton]

You do not seem fine.

[ Passepartout worries over her. ]

Would you like us to take you to your room to lay down?

[crouching_sin]

[Here comes Naoya, late with Starbucks actually decent coffee. Someone yelled, so it's probably fine to go in there.]

[He took a detour to get coffee, okay? ... He looks down at the body.]

Oh. Huh.

[Siiiiip.]

[losergod]

[ Hi, he's touching a corpse, how's your day going. ]

Mister Naoya. Would you do me a favor and see if you can find some kind of paper better than the dot matrix paper around here and a pencil or a pen?

[crouching_sin]

Hm?

[Oh. Well then.]

I'll see what I can find.

[He'll just... wander off and attempt to see what he can get his hands on.]