[CONTINUE] week 1 || act: investigate

[foundationmods]

[Everything is still, silent, and dark - just like it should be.

Thursday comes, and there is no angry captain waking you up, no crowd of people.

But there is still, undeniably...

a feeling of foreboding.

You know what this is.

One of your own...has perished.

At the hands of one of you.]

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[improbablenotimpossible]

Come in.

[He answers, once he's in, Sherlock's just sitting on his bed, hands steepled]

[finalring]

[ he'll come in quietly, glancing at ren's bed for a moment before deciding to sit down.

he'll hand out the cup of tea towards sherlock. ]

I'm still unused to the tea in this world, so I apologize if it's terrible.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He accepts the cup]

That's fine, I probably had worse.

[Like iced tea, god damn Americans]

[finalring]

[ that gets a huff from solomon, and a small smile. ]

It'd be a shame if I ruined it after you made such a good cup, though. I wanted to try doing the same thing. Because you look like you need it.

[improbablenotimpossible]

...Thank you, Solomon.

[He takes a long, slow sip, his eyes looking dull and grey in the moment]

[finalring]

No thanks are necessary.

[ look at him, still trying to push people away by making it seem like he's just Doing His Job ]

Just know that every step we take, we will be closer to finding the culprit. The real one, that is causing all of this. That's why we're all working together as a team.

[improbablenotimpossible]

I know. And I knew that he may return if the cycle continues. I Logically know this - I don't need to be reminded of that.

[He exhales]

Sorry. My head has been in such a state since Saturday.

[finalring]

That's funny...I snapped at Gilgamesh over the exact same thing last night.

[ there's a wistful sigh in solomon's face as he looks down at his lap. ]

Just because they will return doesn't make the pain any less so. Especially when you think about how their mental states will be when if or when we return to the beginning. It hurts to see someone we care about die, and it hurts to know that our minds are being toyed with--so frankly, logic won't do us much good outside of the trial.

[improbablenotimpossible]

It does not... I can tell you that from my own experience.

[He absentmindedly kneads his fingers over his right shoulder]

I'll need to clear my head for tomorrow. I hope the ones who found him... were meticulous.