RECORDING 11: THE FOURTH MURDER.

[foundationmods]

A fourth week, and this is now definitely routine. Waking on friday, with the knowledge deep down that your number has yet again decreased.

You must still pull yourself from your bed, and discover who is now forever gone.

...But, wait.

What's that smell...?

((OOC: 2 people max under a heading, please! Just to keep things easy on the mods. You can switch out with someone else during an investigation if needed.))

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BODY ANNOUNCEMENT

[lightreaching]

[ The echoing sound of cathedral bells can be heard throughout the house, and Flayn's voice follows, as if on a loudspeaker. Physically, she's in the living room. ]

Ango Sakaguchi has died. Noon tomorrow, there will be trial proceedings to determine who is responsible for his death. Participation is mandatory.

To those who are investigating, please continue your search for clues.

To all else, may you have a lovely Friday. I shall see you soon.

[oxidegreen]

[........Oh.

She didn't know Mr. Sakaguchi too well, but one of her roommates did, and she can't help but look a little worried.]

1/???

[onemolife]

[ The bells is what startles him out of bed and on the floor. His legs are wrapped up in his blankets and his heart is hammering hard in his chest.

He ponders just ignoring it and crawling back in bed when he hears that name. ]

[onemolife]

[ Ango Sakaguchi is dead. ]

[onemolife]

[ Then it feels like ice is running through his veins. They didn't just say Ango, right? That is a lie, right? ]

[onemolife]

[ He shoves off his bedding and gets up and heads for the door. Opening it up into the hallway only to be greeted by blood. There's so much blood... There's too much blood.

No. No no no. He had to have died right outside of their doors. He died just right out here. ]

done

[onemolife]

[ Then he'll feel his legs give out from under him. Sliding down against the door frame to just sit on the floor.

Looks like they won't get to have that vacation after all... ]

[accessorytomurder]

M-Mo-kun...

[She's dead white and shaking like a leaf, from the doorway to Room 6, but she shifts—there's a bouncy ball briefly, to get her from one room to another—and then she's kneeling beside him, arms tight as she cradles him against her chest.]

[onemolife]

[ He doesn't respond to the name or really her until she's there with her arms around him. Then he'll move, wrapping his arms around her.
]

[accessorytomurder]

[Her fingers clench in the back of his clothes, clinging to him with desperate fervor.]

Oh no. Oh no no no...

[reanimania]

[ blearily sits up in bed and wipes drool off his face... ughghhhhh ]

[accessorytomurder]

N... no?

[It comes out as a stammered question, uncertain and tremulous.

The next moment she's on her feet and at the room's doorway, her heart going a mile a minute.]

No, no, n-no, that's—that—oh God. O-Osamu...!

[tangentlion]

[sitting in the living room with Flayn and cackling]

I'm super zetta stoked about this one.

[accrowed]

[ Damn. They never really spoke, but Ango usually made good points and knew how to keep a level head. He doesn't know what to say 'cause he didn't know the guy, but when the armory investigation is done he'll go and check the footage for clues anyway.

Which... experience tells him won't turn up anything because of the miasma, but it's better than sitting around. ]

1/2

[cw_suicide]

[so he was ready to be his usual flippant self when he got to the livingroom.

but then the name of the victim is announced and he just. freezes.

his brain just refusing to take in this information.

even while his heart screams with familiar agony of knowing.

and the tenuous grip he has on things just slips a bit further.]

[cw_suicide]

... body. Where's the body?

[nope. instead of acknowledging trauma and grief, immediately NEEDS TO SEE THE FUCKING BODY.

he's going to spin back around to leave the livingroom if no one stops him]

[lightreaching]

[ She looks like she's about to stop him, but then she reconsiders.

Flayn says nothing and watches him leave. ]

[tangentlion]

[Sho gives Flayn a knowing look and a chuckle]

[dreamshielder]

[Well is't this delicious.]

[eyeforai]

[Date rolls over in his bunk and stares blearily at the bed above him as the announcement rings out.]

Can't you give a man a break between a night of drinking and murder...

[Mumble mumble he'll be back to check the body again later, maybe. Time to burrito back into the sheets.]

[zweivoltage]

[He heard, during the investigation.

They arrive, with something bundled in cloth, quiet. He immediately cranes his neck, looking for Dazai]

[cw_suicide]

[Dazai is Sir Not In This Room At The Moment. instead he's in the bloody hallway with WWX and Yachi]

[zweivoltage]

[He goes to look, but seeing the two - he keeps back, let Dazai be comforted by the ones he's closet to first]

[cw_suicide]

[what is comfort when you're determined to deny grief a chance to settle in?

anyway, it'll be a little bit but then he's climbing to his feet because... he has some things to tell people, but pauses when he sees Ky.

the man's not all right, ftr. from the start of this place, there's always been a kind of focus and light in his eyes but it's very obvious that it's close to getting snuffed out.]

... Ky-kun?

[noneforall]

[Walking in late to this with Starbucks and a huge yawn. There's a blink or two, and then a faint frown -- looks like Room 1's reign as the all-alive, all-pragmatists room is over. In light of this week, well, that's a little more disappointing than expected.

Looks like there's a whole lot more going on right now, though, so off to the impromptu meeting purgatory... yet again.......]