Eighth.

[trustfellowship]

The week has passed slowly; it's been quiet, in a way that things around here usually are not, and at a third of your original number it isn't difficult to see why. Morale has suffered along with your population; maybe everything really is futile around here. However, there have been some...unusual goings-on lately. Signs. Sounds. It's difficult to say exactly where things are headed from here. Hopefully not straight to hell, anyway. Friday morning dawns like the rest of the week before it – those bursts of static fire off at seven, the doors to the kitchen unlock, and a heavy silence has settled over the building. The areas near the dorms also seem to be mercifully free of blood or other things indicating that there was some sort of incident, something that's sure to be at least some source of relief for most. However, that doesn't mean that nothing happened; checking the hallways will indicate that the night did not pass easily for everyone. Explore?

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[ossifragant]

[The bar was a major part of last week's shitshow, so he's off to see if anyone else has decided to be extra and swipe flammable booze.]

[trustfellowship]

[You'll likely notice something amiss in the hallway on your way there. Between Sections Four and Five.]

[ossifragant]

[That's definitely not good. He'd better approach then. What does it look like happened here?]

[arebetter]

[ WELL... this is promising, but she's Wary. Time to... go to the music room! Let's check there. ]

[trustfellowship]

[What route are you taking to get there?]

[arebetter]

[ I mean the most efficient way from the communal area to Section 6 passes right by Section 5!! ]

TRUST HAS BEEN BROKEN.

[transmittable]

[ You might be worried that, despite the white noise, there's no announcement yet. It's fine, don't worry; it shouldn't be that hard to hear a girlish voice crying mixed in with it. Strangely, there's no distortion. It's just a teenage girl, gasping and crying...

And then the feedback kicks in. And then she speaks, low and snarling. And there's the distorted cadence you're all used to. ]

Amiab- Find who's responsible. Make them- just. Find them.

[ Then it's gone. For the first time since Tuesday, the broadcast stops entirely, not even static.

In this unsettling silence, you may begin your investigation. ]

[trustfellowship]

EVIDENCE LIST

19/19

CHAPEL (10/10)
- My, what pretty wings you have!
- Ryoji did not deserve this
- Ryoji REALLY did not deserve this
- That'll be useful
- We all knew that scarf was going to be the death of him
- RIP Ryoji's scarf
- Yikes
- More bullets...
- So many feathers
- That's strange

WORKSHOP (3/3)
- Fight, fight, fight
- At least it's not bloody?
- Oh

RYOJI'S ROOM (2/2)
- Stale bread, yuck
- A notebook!

HALLWAY (2/2)
- We need to stop giving you people guns
- No one ever cleans up after themselves

SEWING ROOM (2/2)
- Someone left these out
- What was this used for anyway?

CHAPEL

[trustfellowship]

[cthulwho]

[That announcement...

Lovecraft is...probably not the best choice to touch a corpse for vital information (unless input is needed on anything non-human?!), but he is intent on investigating. So he's going to have a look around the chapel itself.

Is there anything in the immediate vicinity of Ryoji's body before he branches out? Aside from the...wings...]

[trustfellowship]

[The wings seem to have left a truly stupid amount of black feathers scattered on the ground; they all seem to leave that weird ashy residue behind when touched or disturbed.

Otherwise, what are you going to be checking out?]

[arebetter]

[ She got Rose's body, she can... she can take this one, she guesses. It's almost automatic, how she steps forward, breath shaking, to see what's going on here.

First and foremost, um... how's he doing on obvious wounds? Like, say, is there somewhere a bullet went through? ]

[ossifragant]

[Well, he really doesn't want to be here, but the door to Ryoji's room is locked. So trying not to interrupt Pizzazz, he'll mutter an apology to Ryoji and search through his pockets for the key.]

WORKSHOP

[trustfellowship]

[dangerousfool]

[Ryoji is dead. Despite everything, Ryoji is dead. Wheatley can't believe someone really died, despite everything. For a moment he wants to go search some place to be alone for a while, but that's not an option. There's investigation to be done.

Since Wheatley spent some time in the Workshop during the last couple weeks, he may be able to notice anything that's missing. Did anyone take something out of the workshop?]

AREA CLEAR

[trustfellowship]

RYOJI'S ROOM

[trustfellowship]

[ossifragant]

[First thing is first, Greed is going to check and see if the door is unlocked.]

AREA CLEAR

[trustfellowship]

HALLWAY

[trustfellowship]

[Between sections 4 and 5.]

[georgeous]

[ The chapel seems crowded, so George will only glance in there before moving to look at the scene in the halls.

That bullet in the wall... what height is it in? ]

AREA CLEAR

[trustfellowship]

SEWING ROOM

[trustfellowship]

[journalname]

[Greed has already gone to Ryoji's room, and Asgore is inclined to let him be. This...this is a disaster on so many levels...

He just sort of wanders into the sewing room for lack of anything else to do; he's probably already wandered into several other rooms and seen nothing. Is anything immediately off here?]

AREA CLEAR

[trustfellowship]