T̵H̵̛̕E̵̴ ͘҉͟T͠HÍ̛RD ̨͢I̛͞N̵͏V̡EŚ̡T҉̶̕I͟͞ĢA̵͞T̸I͟ÒN̶

[strangerpeople]

Ţ̷H͠E̕͜͝ ̛T̡͏̀HI͜͢R̨̨͟D̴̡͏ ̀͟I̶͡NV̕͝È̷͜S̴T̡I̵͞G̶̕A҉T́͡ION҉͏̷

[Good morning again. It's Friday, and you know what that means.

Maybe people should start looking to see if anyone's taken Kyuubey at face value.]

Comments

[relieable]

[do you want a partner, Karma? because you've got one. best not to be alone]

[comesaround]

[ He won't say no to someone joining him, offering a small smile when he does so. ]

[strangerpeople]

[As he and Oso gets to the building, he will start to smell...uh.

Did something get burnt?]

[comesaround]

...That's not good.

[ Looking around, is it at all obvious where the smell is coming from? ]

[strangerpeople]

[Yeah.

The kitchen.]

[relieable]

[oh. no????

Osomatsu is going to head in that direction, too. what's going on in here at a glance]

[strangerpeople]

[Uh, well.

Something sure did happen if the overwhelming smell is one indication.

There's...more, of course.]

[comesaround]

[ Oh what could it be?

He's moving to see if the source is directly obvious or not, and where it is in the kitchen. ]

[strangerpeople]

[Well, it may have to do with the large, unmoving masses on the floor.]

[comesaround]

[ He's going to go over to these masses. What state are they in? ]

[strangerpeople]

[...Very much not moving. Nor are they responding to anyone's movements or sounds.]

[relieable]

[how many masses are there?]

[strangerpeople]

[Two.]

[relieable]

[okay. so there is one body, and it's Vita. is the other mass a body? if so... whomst?]

[strangerpeople]

[Not only is it, indeed, another body, but maybe it's appropriate as well that he would follow her in death.


Jonathan Morris, The Double, is dead.]

[relieable]

[of course there's more.......

is there a source of the bad smell?]

cw: burnt flesh

[strangerpeople]

[Hey Oso, remember that junkyard fire?

Yeah this is worse, there is a body that is the source of the smell.]

[comesaround]

This's worse than I expected.

[ Is the body recognizable at all to who it is? ]

[relieable]

[just. okay.

he will move a bit closer to those masses to see if he can make out who the body is]

[strangerpeople]

[Despite the smell, the face is still, maybe thankfully, mostly intact, as is the beauty that rested on it. As a result, there is no doubt who this body is.


Vita Clotilde-Morris, The Bad Luck, is dead.]

[relieable]

[oh. oh no...

he'll raise his voice to the others]

It's Vita.

[comesaround]

...Damn it.

[ He frowned at this, shaking his head and turning away for a moment because okay this was just a bit to deal with. ]

[katzenpfote]

[Caleb runs in, eyes wide, posture odd and almost stumbling.]

[He spots Vita and rushes over, falling to his knees and listening for breathing.]

[Nothing.]

[He punches the floor, hard, and lifts his head, shaking.]

Not again...

[unwittingking]

[He knows what Caleb means, and he hates it. He just...

King composes himself a bit more, and tries to put a comforting paw on his shoulder.]

Do you...need a minute? Maybe somewhere else?

[His voice is laced with concern. He doesn't want Caleb to deal with this anymore than he has to.]

CW: Emeto Mention

[unwittingking]

[The door opens, a corgi is standing there.]

What's going-

[That sight and-oh God that smell.

Sorry, he needs a minute make sure he doesn't vomit. His poor nose...]