THE THIRD VICTIM

[strangerpeople]

THE THIRD VICTIM

[A week has passed. Food supply is starting to get low, despite the group's best efforts. It's only a matter of time before the food runs out or becomes more difficult to procure. Not to mention the trash that has been accumulating since the beginning of the week, with no one changing or cleaning it up. Not exactly the healthiest environment.

And, as the day dawns, there is - unfortunately - that very worrisome feeling that something is very, very wrong. It's quiet. Too quiet. The feeling of being watched has increased tenfold.

And there is a smell in the air, even above the garbage, as people step into the second floor hallway.]

Comments

[carries_war]

[Oh no. Oh no. That smell isn't blood, is it? Jr.'s going to be following it, with Sisi trailing along because it was supposed to be walkies after a quick check in on Alexis...]

[strangerpeople]

[It is blood.

The Intercessor is currently not in their rooms.]

[carries_war]

Shit...

[So where does the smell seem to be coming from, anyway?]

[intercessing]

[Three chimes, all of them off-tone, ring and echo through the Depths.

The Intercessor emerges from the Kitchen, papers in hand.]

It has happened again, it seems...

[They sound tired as they slam the papers onto the wall with a bolt.]

We all know what we must do.

ORDER 7 LOG 1

[strangerpeople]

NAME: Raphtalia

LOCATION: Library

TIME OF DEATH: 0130

CAUSE OF DEATH: Stab wound

WOUNDS: Portait

ORDER 7 LOG 2

[strangerpeople]

NAME: Farkas

LOCATION: 3rd Floor Hallway

TIME OF DEATH: 0143

CAUSE OF DEATH: Stab wound

WOUNDS: Portait

EVIDENCE LOG

[strangerpeople]

[The Intercessor will be keeping a log of what the Titled find.]


LIBRARY - 8/8
What the heck is this
NOT EVEN THE SWEETEST PERFUMES OF ARABIA
This seems tame in comparison
Its just a rectangle
Its like Carrie or something
This is the greatest sword
Uh Mags what did you do
Maybe next time read the label beforehand


BARRACK ROOM #15 - 3/3
Ch-ch-ch-chip and Dale
Clean as a whistle
Still not a Dear John letter


3RD FLOOR HALLWAY 7/7
Uh ow
Its clearly a Dear John letter
That's not gross or anything
That's not what they mean by skeleton keys
I'm the invisible man
Incredible how you can
see right through me



TOTAL CLUES: 18/18

LIBRARY

[strangerpeople]

[carries_war]

[Now that he's done what he can for Maglor, Jr. turns his attention to the person it's too late to save. Aside from apparently three stab wounds, does anything stand out?]

[strangerpeople]

[Well, there's the kill wound itself. The entrance wound looks to be on her upper back, while the exit wound is on her lower torso.]

AREA CLEAR

[strangerpeople]

Mags is waking up

[bythewaves]

It takes a while, and the only warning they will get is a low moan as he begins to stir.

[carries_war]

[About time. Jr. crouches down next to him and gives his shoulder a light shake, careful not to jerk him around. He's not sure how much effect the healing potion would've had on a possible concussion...]

Hey, Mags. You alright?

BARRACK #15/RAPHTALIA'S ROOM

[strangerpeople]

[zephyranthe]

[Oh boy, more chimes for murder. Fie sees the Order 7 paper and... well crap. Well, she's near the barracks as is anyways, might as well do a room search. Although... is her door even open or does she need a key to get in?]

[strangerpeople]

[Door's open. Come on in, Fie!]

AREA CLEAR

[strangerpeople]

3RD FLOOR HALLWAY

[strangerpeople]

[lightnen]

[ So he's here and first things first, he needs to check out the body and check the wounds on Farkas' body. Were the wounds looking more like it was made by any kind of weapon...?

It's something of importance to discern here. ]

[strangerpeople]

[There is a massive, bloody stomach wound on his body, to start.]

AREA CLEAR

[strangerpeople]

YOLO PETSITTING

[poorlovefool]

[After Eric has run out of every other excuse to run out of the room, he takes Gab and Sisi to the Conservatex to finally get their walkies. And break off some sticks from the fallen branches to play fetch.

They have been good boys.]

[defriendestration]

HEY, ERIC??

CAN I ASK A QUESTION?

[poorlovefool]

A question...? What is it?

[zephyranthe]

[Eh... let's say this is after she's finished investigating.]

Don't you have anything better to do?

[Like seriously bro?? There's some dead people around and that is a little concerning?]