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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[keydomhearts]

[ Scuff marks on the back are weird. ]

What was the last thing you even remembered last night?

[ What angle is the scuff marks anyways? Like he his lets were horizontal/he was being dragged? ]

Hey... how heavy are you anyways?

[improbablenotimpossible]

About... ten stone, which is around hundred and forty-three pounds? And I'm afraid the last thing I remember is going into my room.

But that's my word. You need to rely on the evidence.

[And the scuff marks are straight]

[keydomhearts]

Yeah, and people's words count as evidence, right?

[ Straight marks, unlike Sherlock. ]

What time did you head back to your room, anyways?

[improbablenotimpossible]

About... Eleven - Fairly late, I locked the door behind me, and drew the curtains. And went to busy myself until either I fall unconscious or... well. I had my suspicions.

[keydomhearts]

Your suspicions? What were those?

[ There's a beat. ]

The curtains were still drawn in your room, but I could get the window open easy enough.

[improbablenotimpossible]

Well... I would've thought a killer would go after Dr. Muller or myself.

[And that is an interesting observation]

[keydomhearts]

Because you're both doctors? Do you think you were drugged or something?

[improbablenotimpossible]

I'm a detective, and I don't believe I was drugged, at least I do not feel like I was.

[keydomhearts]

Are you a really heavy sleeper?

[ CAUSE Dude ]

It sounded like they were concerned about you being the...

[ Victim. ]

[anonnomnomnom]

[Anon pops up and gestures to Sherlock’s shoes. :)]

Off. I need them for something!

[improbablenotimpossible]

I... right.

[He goes to slip them off, now standing in black socks]

There you go.

[anonnomnomnom]

Thanks! Don’t go anywhere, or I won’t give these back.

[And now he has Ruler’s shoes hostage bye.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[Welp, there goes his shoes. He'll just wait]

[anonnomnomnom]

Good news! Someone probably dragged you around Watanuki’s bathroom.

[And then Ruler spent all night next to a corpse. Well done. Also, here’s your shoes back.]