THE SECOND INVESTIGATION

[strangerpeople]

THE SECOND INVESTIGATION

[It's Friday once more. As the third week begins to near it's end, the tensions-and nightmares-among everyone is on the rise. It doesn't help that this is Friday-and Friday is shaping up to be a bad day of the week.

The question is whether this Friday will be any different from the last. Perhaps this Friday will be different. After all, the morning is over, and nothing happened yet!

But then, isn't that strange too? Maybe it would be better to look around. Just in case.]

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[icanhearscreams]

[After a few minutes he comes back flinging the spare tire he posted the meeting note on.]

[strangerpeople]

[After three attempts (one which bounces backwards for some reason), Jun's throw causes the tire (and, if he didn't dodge it, Arthur) to slam into the door with enough force to open it.

Behind the door, the sound of shattering wood can be heard.]

Screw the roll this is funnier

[incendiarize]

[So uh, he failed to dodge. Does this mean he's sent flying through whatever wood this is, too?

Also I think he realizes it's not candy, now.]

[joinhands]

[WELL THIS IS BAD time to catch a small child in her arms, dig in her high heels, and cradle him gently in her chest! Like a football!]

[icanhearscreams]

Let’s go!

[Into the library!]

EVIDENCE FOR LATER

[strangerpeople]

[And as Jun enters the library, he will see the responsible item that barred the door-a chair. It's now broken into pieces.]

[joinhands]

This could be... very bad...

[Krone puts Arthur down gently on the ground, dusts him off—] You're alright? [—and then gets up into the library.]

[incendiarize]

Yeah, fine. [That kind of hurt a lot, he's a squishy, but he's gotten hit harder.] Thanks.

That was definitely not candy.

[And now that he has been a total embarrassment, he'll head into the library, too.]

[icanhearscreams]

[.... Great. Searching the area for a body!]

[strangerpeople]

[It will not be long before Jun spots something near the top of one of the bookcases.]

[icanhearscreams]

[... How dare. Let’s check it out.]

[whiterosefoes]

Be careful, Jun. If it was locked.... there might be someone in here.

[strangerpeople]

[It's someone's arm, dangling limply from the top of the bookshelf-where the unmoving body is.]

[icanhearscreams]

... Someone tall get over here!

[joinhands]

[OKAY WELL KRONE HAS VERIFIED THAT ARTHUR IS FINE AND SHE'S TALL SO SHE NODS AND HERE SHE GOES]

CW: Blood, gore, decapitation

[strangerpeople]

[And down comes the body. It's in a maid's costume, and very much not moving.

It's...

mostly impossible to figure out who this is.

Krone is staring at a bloodied, headless neck.]

[joinhands]

Uh... Ugh...

[Well, this is... bad... Krone will keep walking down the length of the bookcase to see what she can assess by looking at the victim's legs. Particularly since they're exposed by the maid costume, she can observe their height and other attributes of their appearance, right? Keep in mind that completely memorizing profiles on first sight is one of Krone's major life skills.]

[strangerpeople]

[She can.

Even without their head. they are definitely tall, very close to Krone's height. It's otherwise hard to figure out things like eyes and hair, because...no head, obviously.

But, Krone can hazard some guesses as to who this might be.]

[joinhands]

Hnngh...

[Wait a second. Wait just a second. That would seem to narrow it down to Eric, Thanatos, or Franciscus. But Thanatos has a skin tone noticeably different from either of the other two, and Krone is on record as appreciating Eric's tunic-exposed legs constantly. So she can narrow this down!]

[strangerpeople]

[Well, it's not Thanatos' skin tone. And...well, those legs are nice, but aren't quite at the level of Krone-appreciation status that Eric's legs are.

Which leaves only one other possibility as to who this is, unfortunately.

Shall you do the honors of identifying the body, Obtuse?]

[joinhands]

[Krone puts her hand to her forehead.]

I never got to make up with you...

[She turns back.]

Mr. Erkens is no longer with us.

[whiterosefoes]

... He thought this was just like his other death game.

["You don't belong in this world" had BETTER NOT MEAN SOMEONE'S TARGETING WORLD HOPPERS but. She's just muttering]

It never gets any better, does it?

[And she'll look around the room just in case, like she said, there was someone there]

[whiterosefoes]

[she can't argue with that. what the fuck. this is not the time or the place she expected to meet top shelf discrimination]