THE FIRST INVESTIGATION

[strangerpeople]

THE FIRST INVESTIGATION

[Good Friday morning, everyone!

Ah, the sun is shini--no.

Well, the birds are singi--....no...

It's time to take a shower and--...oh.

It's...the bats are...cute....?




Ok, it's a dreary and miserable morning and everyone is annoyed that they are here and there's an infestation of spiders and creepy happenings and the Stewards are jerks and no one likes this place, ever. Fine. Be that way. So.

What is everyone doing?]

Comments

[belovedsuffocator]

Oh, what’s this?

[She’ll lift up the linens carefully, trying to make sure that whatever it is doesn’t break.]

EVIDENCE

[strangerpeople]

[It's an ink well.

Some of it has spilled onto the linen beneath it, but it doesn't look like it was very full to begin with.]

[belovedsuffocator]

Oh, good heavens, who put an ink well on these linens? This is ridiculous-now they’re stained!

[...I’m not sure if this is just her regular attitude or general stress. Either way, it has been said.

Anything else of interest or can she leave with her dirty blanket, quill and ink well?]

[strangerpeople]

[She can leave! There's nothing else here!]

[belovedsuffocator]

[Thank goodness cause this stuff is gross.

Off to see who the biggest jerk is for killing that nice girl!]