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thefoundation2018-11-24 01:53 am
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2018-11-24 01:53 am
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Intro log: Welcome to The Resort!
Before you even open your eyes, you can tell something is not right. It's cold. Not quite unbearably so, but cold enough that you can take notice of it. And as soon as you open your eyes, you will be able to see why it's so cold: you're in the middle of a snowy forest, with only a single two-lane road cutting through the thick trees.
Unfortunately, you seem to be without transportation. Fortunately, you are wearing warm clothes and snow gear, so freezing isn't an immediate problem. But without transportation, you're in for a long walk ahead of you.
There are others around as well. Other people, just as lost and confused as you are. Everyone seems to be lacking any memory that might explain why everyone is here. As far as anyone knows, all of you were just ripped out of your previous lives and dumped here on this snowy road, wearing snow gear and having any items that are important to you already on hand. And for some of you, you even have a new power, one that you somehow instantly know how to use...
Two ways to go: forward and back. Despite having no indication of which way is the 'right' way, you feel drawn towards one direction in particular. Going 'back' is possible, but you get the feeling that you will be even more lost if you try. And given that you have no food or water on you, it's best to keep moving forward.
So, are you ready to walk? Because you have a long road ahead of you.
((Welcome to The Resort! Your characters will have any objects or animals with them that they should have given their canon point, but are dressed in cold weather clothing.
This prompt is just the first part of the intro log. New top-levels will go up over the course of the weekend as everyone progresses from 'where the hell am I?' to the resort proper, and to getting settled in. For now, just start with this prompt. We'll link further updates here for easy access.))
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Anyway, the skull has been a skull for about 5-6 months, and the age is that of a young adult.]
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Also, thank god. If it was a child he'd have to reign his excitement in a bit. Now he can go fucking ham.
He sets the skull aside [Archimedes climbs inside. It's cozy.] and looks at the sternum next. What happened here?]
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The Sternum is fucking littered with buckshot. It's a miracle the ribs are even still holding together. yet, whoever shot them in the chest didn't kill them right away. most of the shot somehow embedded itself into the ribs, which either makes this person the luckiest or unluckiest motherfucker on the planet.
Oh yeah - this was point goddamn blank, too.]
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[He'll pry out one of the pellets embedded in the ribs, and compare it to the ones he and Archimedes found. Is it a match?
Once he's done with that, he's gonna start rearranging the bone pile. We're gonna build a skeleton, lads.]
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Anyway, as he builds the skeleton, he'll find that it's about 5 feet 11 inches, and that the skeleton was male. There's nothing else weird with it other than that!]
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Alright! [Medic claps his hands together and stands. Archimedes is still inside the skull, and may be stuck. The skull is rolling across the floor.]
So- the victim is a young adult, male, approximately 180 centimeters tall. He's been dead for approximately 5 or 6 months, which lines up with the 6-month old crime scene I found in one of the vacant rooms, with dried blood on the walls and under the carpets. I found a buckshot pellet in there, which matches the buckshot in this man's sternum and ribs. He was shot in the chest at point blank range, then in the skull, killing him with the head shot.
Any further questions?
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[a beat]
I'm just checking.
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[He's still grinning.]
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Great. We're on the same page, then.
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Such incredible forensic skill, Medic! You certainly live up to your credentials. [Szayel crouches by the bones, running his gloved fingers over them] This poor young man, cut down in his prime. I'm sure his family will want to know what happened to him. It's only fair, don't you think?
[without waiting for a response, Szayel pilfers a few phalanges and sticks them in his pocket]
Yes, this should be quite enough for DNA testing later on.
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[And then Szayel takes the bones. Medic blinks.]
... Excuse me.
You could at least ask first before taking my bones.
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