WEEK 5 INVESTIGATION....?

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INVESTIGATION...?

Normally, you're all woken on friday morning, bright and early to see which one of you have died.

Not so much this morning, as the sound of A massive explosion from the third floor jolts all of you awake at around 2am.

What....just happened?

??? GUESTS REMAIN.

MAJOR GORE WARNING FOR THIS LOG.

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[whirlingmace]

[ Hey. She relaxes a little at seeing her up there. Putting a hand on her or some extra strength. ]

I don't know. I don't know who he was planning on getting...

[latebluemer]

[Well. That sure is an Evoker and some exposition.

She’ll grab Cinque’s hand in a hard grip, forgetting to be reassuring or anything because oh boy none of this is going to be okay at all.]

Arisato-kun...?

[Her voice definitely wavered there.]

[whirlingmace]

[ After getting confirmation from Makoto... she's just going to nod mutely before finally crying.

Because Mimi was her first friend. Because Mimi was always there. Losing Jojo was bad enough, but Mimi too?

She will hold to that hand though. ]

[latebluemer]

[Huzzah, second week of crying over Minato go. God. Well, Jesus.

She's going to keep with the too-hard grip, even as tears spill over and she looks around again at the carnage and what the hell? What kind of a fate is this, where they've all been trying so hard to find a path that makes sense and then everything circles back around to hound them? She can't decide whether to be angry or not anymore.

Her face twists, and the tears come faster, and there's nothing they can do here right now.]

[whirlingmace]

[ They keep doing this... but it's a day or two earlier than usual.

After a moment or two, she'll feel wobbly, but let go of Aoi. Just going to throw her arms around her instead to hug her super tight. ]

Blueski... come on.

[ Maybe hanging by leggies, spider and people, isn't really good... ]

[latebluemer]

... We should probably look for them. Later.

[She manages to get that out through her tightening throat, though it's soft and wispy, almost entirely air. They're not here anymore, the dead, in the bits and pieces of themselves. After so long in this strange purgatory, she knows that intellectually. The rest of her is still caught on what's been lost here. But then again--

She looks down at the girl hanging off her and takes a quick breath.]

Okay.

[Let's get out of dodge once the announcement has been ominous enough.]

[whirlingmace]

[ Look for them... she isn't sure if she means the rest of them or their spirits that are some where.

Oh no she's hoping they didn't see how people reacted. It's really sad... and Mimi doesn't need to feel bad about that. About seeing Akira on the ground. Her gaze already moving past her Blueski in her arms to check for where Akira is. Her heart feels heavy... and it hurts a lot.

But he's hurting a lot more...

Meeting Aoi's look once more and then giving a nod. Also let's just ignore what that announcement might entail. Find the killerr... ]

Come on... we should...clean up, right?

[latebluemer]

[There's definitely a lot left to worry about among the living, and it swirls all together with the unease left over from last night and the rest of the week -- the puzzles, the strange letters, everything that they've yet to figure out -- as Aoi looks around, too. Sees the ripple of the deaths spread out among them. Feels the glitches in the Lady's voice trip down her spine.

Tomorrow... Tomorrow is going to be bad. And she's still not sure what she can even do for the dead today, even if they're gone. (Except for the spider. The spider is definitely gone.)

She blinks back at Cinque, recognizing the words.]

I... I guess. We can.

[She's not sure what or how they can clean away after this, but it's probably better than staying here.]

[whirlingmace]

[ Reluctantly she's letting go, but moving to catch one of those hands in her own. Giving it a tight squeeze, while leading her out of the chapel. It just feels like they have it all over... that smell, and the lingering smell from the explosion. The charred walls and....

It reminds her of war and that was something she was hoping she left behind. She waits until they are further down the hall, and no longer seeing the actual damage left in the wake before pulling Aoi closer for a moment. ]

Blueski... are you going to keep holding on? Even tomorrow?

[latebluemer]

[It's only when they've emerged from the chapel itself that she realizes how thick the miasma was, blanketing everything, including all her thoughts and perceptions and even the watering in her eyes that hasn't stopped. She wipes at her eyes a little with her free hand and that helps just a little with the burning.

It doesn't help with the smell, of course. It clings and blankets even worse than the smoke did. She tries not to breathe in too deep. Fridays are a day for empty stomachs. So are Sundays, and sometimes Saturdays.

Cinque gets a slow blink when they stop, wet and clouded, but then her chin comes up.]

I haven't changed my mind, and I'm not going to. I'm going to hold you to your promise, Cinque. Don't think you're getting off so easy.

[Her hand tightens for a moment, a point made and an instinctive reaction all at once. Of course she doesn't think the Jorogumo got off easy. But that's not what she means, anyway.]

[whirlingmace]

[ And it's because it's Aoi and how she helps inspires courage in her that she almost smiles. ]

Mm. I'll be counting on you to hold on super duper tight then.

[ She wants to move in closer, but the smell is still there. It's still terrible. So Cinque will force her legs to move again and head to the stairs and down them. They should get the smell off first. ]