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.))

Comments

[ghostricked]

Guns... have a scent when they're fired? Really?

[Oh... he could maybe use that!]

[golden_dream]

[She nods. Which means Rosa's putting away her gun to pick up Sissel and point him at various firearms, then...

Making sure he does NOT actually get his head close to any gun barrel so he has the gun pointed at his face.]

[ghostricked]

They looked like they were moved around too- so if he was shot the gun might already be gone. But...

[He will sniff the air for gun powder while looking at the pile and seeing if it looks like anything is missing or put bad strangely]

[foundationmods]

[There is, indeed, pistol that smells of recent gunpowder use. It's a little buried in the pile, but it's there.]

[ghostricked]

This one Rosa, this one!

[He doesn't point like a retriever but he does bump it with his nose]

[golden_dream]

[Good kitty. She'll give him a pet then set him down, and, using a piece of paper like a rag to stop from getting her fingerprints on it, carefully extract the gun he pointed at.]

[ghostricked]

Are any of the bullets missing?

[golden_dream]

[She'll give that a look-see... you really don't store firearms loaded, but...

So, ejecting the magazine to check if there's any other rounds in it.]

[foundationmods]

[There are 13 rounds in it.

You feel as if you've found all you can in both areas...]