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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[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.]