WEEK 2 INVESTIGATION

[foundationmods]

Two weeks had gone by, and Friday had once again come.

As always, they woke up, knowing one of their number was now gone...
It was just a matter of finding their body, now.
No matter what the killer had done to it...a killer that was one of them.🗈

They would have to do that trial again...and would they get the killer right, this time? Or would they condemn another innocent person to die yet again?

...No matter how they felt, they had to search, had to find things that they didn't want to see, dodging the shadow of death.

That...was how this game was played, after all...

...But why...did it feel especially foreboding today...?

((OOC: Characters will need to bold locations to look for clues...or the body!))

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[foundationmods]

[The glock is fine, But the clip inside of it has two bullets left.]

[anonnomnomnom]

[Well, while we’re in this pocket of semi-peaceful time and space before Hurricane Syaoran descends, what does the rest of the room look like? Is Watanuki the only blood pool? Any bullet holes? Anything else weird?]

[foundationmods]

[The rest of the room looks relatively normal, however. There's nothing on the desk beyond the Glock, and there's no bullet holes on the walls...

Watanuki is indeed the only blood pool there.]

[anonnomnomnom]

[Are there bullet holes anywhere at all or any other traces left by the gun besides on Watanuki? Anon is also going to go through the desk itself, just in case, and look under and through the rest of the furniture.

Also the bathroom?]

[foundationmods]

[There's no bullet holes on the furniture, but as he's looking, he may see there's divots in the blood where watanuki was laying. Like...there's holes or something under it...

And in the bathroom, he'll find some faint scuff marks. It looks like someone dragged something out the bathroom...something heavy, if it left scuffs.]

[chaoscontrol]

[Shadow follows the smell of blood to the door... which is still locked.

Good work, guys.

He grumbles and knocks]

Let me innnnn.

[anonnomnomnom]

Just a minute!

[He's going to crouch down and see what information he can get from the scuff marks. We know it's heavy and outward-bound, but is there a size or something else? Does it look Watanuki or Ruler shaped??

Once he's gotten the information from the bathroom and noted the blood divots, he'll go open the actual door.]

Hey, Shadow! There's so many people here, but nothing's getting done. Are you here to help?

[foundationmods]

[The scuff marks look like they came from the back of a shoe. It's hard to tell a size, but they'd definitely have to be heavier than the noodle.]

[anonnomnomnom]

[Hi he straight up yoinked Ruler’s shoes how well do they match the scuffs!!]

[foundationmods]

[Identical.]

[anonnomnomnom]

[Oh good, that means he can return Sherlock’s shoes. They are probably pretty rank from an all-nighter with a corpse.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

It wouldn't be appropriate for me to directly get involved.

[He glares at his hand angrily, before draping his arm over the back of the chair, looking crossed between upset, furious, guilty, and petulant]

[anonnomnomnom]

You're right. It wouldn't. So be good and stay right there so I don't have to do anything except watch you.

[Anon still seems cheerful, but he's also definitely serious about what he's saying there. A sharp eye will be on Ruler's every move throughout the rest of the process.]

[cryosurgeon]

[Erhard finally comes over to examine Ruler. Where he looked tired before, he looks worse now. He doesn't even ask, he just starts checking the other man's vitals.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He nods slightly, as he submits himself to the exam, and it's gonna be pretty apparent that he has not been taking care of himself properly]

[cryosurgeon]

[You're vice-president of the Self-Neglecting Idiots Club, Ruler.]

Did you consume anything before you lost consciousness? Smell anything strange? And did you have any symptoms when you woke up?

[He's checking Ruler's pupils next.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

I hadn't ate recently, and experienced no odd smells... and the only thing I experienced when I woke is a great deal of confusion.

[His pupils are of normal size, and react normally if exposed to light]

[cryosurgeon]

Do you remember talking to anyone? Hearing or seeing evidence of another person near you before you blacked out?

[He's going to check for injection marks, though he's not sure if someone else besides him has needles and syringes in their possession.]

[chaoscontrol]

Jesus. What a mess...

[What a violent murder. Shadow steps into the room and looks around, taking in the information]

Ugh. I drank too much again... Alright... What do we know already?

[anonnomnomnom]

Mmm, it really was a mess. Somebody killed Watanuki, and...

[He seems mildly regretful about relaying this information, which is probably the same as being sad that someone is dead. Maybe. Very maybe??]

They really went all out! He didn't seem like the kind of guy who was hard to kill. Oh, and Ruler was sleeping in here. Was he drinking with you last night?

[improbablenotimpossible]

I wasn't drunk.

[chaoscontrol]

I can see that. A... shame. Watanuki seemed like a kind individual. Perhaps he knew something he shouldn't have. And no. I drank alone.

[Shadow looks around. Erhard seems to be working with the body, so he'll check the surroundings. Aside from the scuff marks and the pool of blood... hmm..

Shadow checks the drawers in the desk]

[foundationmods]

[They're empty.]

[chaoscontrol]

[Well that's frustrating. Shadow climbs over the bed so as to avoid Erhard, then looks under the bed.... and, remembering how their lack of thoroughness might have hurt them last week, he checks between the mattress and the boxspring, too]

[foundationmods]

[There's nothing anywhere he looks.]