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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[finalring]

I'm sorry for the trouble.

[ he's sorry for a lot of things. ]

[oxidegreen]

...It's alright.

[It's not. Nothing is. But she hardly needs an apology for doing this much.]

[finalring]

I didn't want this to happen.

[ not that it matters anymore. ango died and someone else will die tomorrow.

he closes his eyes and sighs. ]

[oxidegreen]

I know you didn't.

[But then. Most people here didn't.]

...We'll keep going. Somehow...

[They just...

They have to. There's no other way to go.]