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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[boardreversal]

...Thanks. I'll be fine by tomorrow, probably.

[But what if he WANTS to drink absinthe and scream about beatrice at the ceiling???]

But...I don't need anything. I'll be alright by myself.

[Even if he looks absolutely miserable, hungover, and basically lost all hope.

He'll be fine. It's all just the endgame, right? He just has to keep not caring, and nothing'll hurt anymore.

....right...?]

[golden_dream]

...

[She writes:

"Battler, did you save that piece of paper?"]

[boardreversal]

...I did.

[He...takes a breath, because...

...Of course he did. He's not heartless, even if he doesn't - isn't trying to care -

...His head hurts.]

I wouldn't lose it, Aunt Rosa.

[golden_dream]

...

[She writes further:

"I want you to know: everyone else would sign it the exact way I did.

Everyone. Even the servants.

...Maybe not Gohda-san, but I know you were close with the others."]

[boardreversal]

[...He nods, slowly.]

...Yeah. Thank you.

I'm...going to go - see if a shower helps my head. I'll see you later, okay?

[golden_dream]

[She taps him on the shoulder, then writes, quickly:

"One last thing...

When you talked about all those games, and how everyone dies...

Weren't you forgetting someone?"]

[boardreversal]

....huh?

[That...actually gets him to blink.]

...What do you mean?

[golden_dream]

[She nods, then writes:

"You said no matter what, everyone on the island dies...

...You never talked about Ange-chan."]