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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[arebetter]

[ That someone is gonna have a bad time, if Pizzazz has anything to say about it.

Is there an exit wound to this one? ]

[trustfellowship]

[It doesn't seem it. There isn't one to the shot to the chest, either, though it's a bit harder to tell because the wings are kind of. Huge.]

[arebetter]

[ CHILD.....

Alright, so there's the big wounds, time to check around the body. How are his hands? ]

[trustfellowship]

[His hands seem generally fine - no defensive wounds or anything.

But while we're moving downward, something's sort of off with his scarf - not where it's around his neck, per se, but the loose ends of it.]

[arebetter]

[ Who the fuck fucked with her kouhai's scarf- I mean, also who killed him, but?

What's happening here, is the point. ]

[trustfellowship]

[It looks like a good chunk of it was torn off, actually - there's still a lot of the end left because seriously, this boy must have been wearing like eight feet of scarf, but a good amount of it seems to have ripped off at some point.]

[arebetter]

[ Well that's rude?? How about... if there's nothing else down here, might as well move up? Time to look at a dead boy's face!! ]

[trustfellowship]

[His face is looking pretty okay, actually! He doesn't seem to have any blunt force or sharp-induced trauma, though. No one sewed his mouth shut. His peepers are closed.

So overall, it's looking pretty good. I mean, for a dead guy's face.]

[arebetter]

[ Cool, cool! Anything on the back of his head or... anywhere else on the body?

She probably has to look at the wings too, after all. ]

[trustfellowship]

[His head seems pretty all right! No unexplained trauma or anything, he seems pretty good outside of the. You know. Gunshots and stuff.

There's nothing terribly off with the wings themselves, either, other than their general existence and the ashy crap they seem to be getting everywhere.]

[arebetter]

[ So is that a "nothing more to look at here on the body?" ]

[trustfellowship]

[It is! o/ Good job.]

[arebetter]

[ Fantastic, great.

... The residue isn't the feathers like. dissolving, is it? Just as a side note, because she's probably grabbing a couple as she heads out, then. ]

[trustfellowship]

[They'll be in one piece, don't worry. It's just residue as opposed to them crumbling to dust or anything. Feathers can be impressive as hell but they're kinda gross sometimes.]