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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[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. ]