RECORDING 14: THE FIFTH MURDER.

[foundationmods]

A fifth 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.

The Miasma is choking, almost triumphant as you search the hallways -

looking for the ones that have had their lives cut short so cruelly...

((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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[golden_dream]

[Rosa puts her hands down, starting to get a measure of Battler's sizes... she hated that he had to be so tall. Even now it felt intimidating. But once it was done...]

...

[She hesitated. Did she give him a suit with the family crest, or without one? She couldn't help recalling what she decided before... Battler deserved better than them. Than her.]

...

[After another minute, she finally makes a nice white suit for him, with a gold outline of the crest. It's there, after all.

Battler made the decision to come back that year. It was his decision.

Shell set it to the side and write:

"Just his jacket and pants should be enough. And the shoes."]

[zweivoltage]

[This feels kind of morbid, but with careful, he did as instructed, neatly folding his jacket and pants next to him, setting his shoes next.

A thought occurred to him, if it weren't for the blood on his mouth, once he's covered - it'd almost look like he was sleeping]

[golden_dream]

[It's certainly more intimate than Rosa wanted to be with a dead body, or Battler's in particular, but eventually it's done.

...She needed to wash her hands.]