( INVESTIGATION - WEEK 1 )

[abhoth]

Promptly at 8:00 AM, both of the Grandfather clocks will begin to ring, the sound traveling to every corner of the motel. All residents will wake up as if it was any other morning. There's the usual hum from the air conditioner units and the sound of harsh wind blowing against the windows. While the sun may not have ever set, the amount of times the Grandfather clock rings makes it clear: it's time to get up and greet the brand new day. However... something seems off. Maybe it's a shiver of cold leaving a trail of frost on your skin or a burning sensation in your chest — but it feels like something is drawing you out of your room and into the outdoor hallways. Where will you go? Welcome to the investigation log! Please put the name of the location your character will be exploring in the subject header. If you plan on grouping up with someone else for a location, we ask that you keep it to 2-3 characters maximum. Once you're all set and ready to rumble, mods will be here to provide evidence if found and set the scene for investigation events. Happy body hunting! ( quick navigation ) ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation

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[lohengrins]

[ his fingers hover over the boy's pulse. his arms lay against the ground, lifeless. what kind of sick joke -- ]

I'm going to turn him over.

[ percival places a hand underneath his torso -- he is pushed upwards, and is promptly flipped over so his face is visible. ]

...

uses this icon forever yikes

[dva]

[ Going to casually wipe away the tears of concern as she definitely crawls down towards the foot of her bed. ]

Careful! Don't be rough... [ D.VA HE'S DEAD, she recognizes him as soon as he's flipped. ] T-That's the boy that yelled at me for being assertive..!

[abhoth]

[No pulse, obviously. But Percival will note he's still warm to the touch. Without any specialized medical or forensic training, however, it's impossible to tell how long he's been dead based on body warmth.

Upon flipping him over, the thin imprints wrapped around his neck will become more noticeable. His eyes are closed, at least. No expression of vague horror on this corpse's face. Thank god.]

[zombiearm]

Shit...

[he moves slightly towards where percival is examining the body - do the thin imprints look like they were caused by somebody's hands, or is the shape different?]

[lohengrins]

Finally starting to understand that this isn't a joke? [ of course, he has to be catty for a good moment. percival's fingers graze against his neck...there's a fleeting warmth, but it creates more questions than it does answers. ]

It had to have been strangulation -- but with what? I can't decipher what these prints are. We need to do a sweep of the room, now. If we have to, we can disrobe him as well. [ he stands up, approaching the bathroom. ]

Come on. Both of you.

[dva]

[ There isn't an "LOL" or "LMAO" said past her lips. She's seen death before — mainly during training during the colossal omnic invasion but this... this was different. ]

Uh. A sweep for what? [ Defensively: ] You don't think the murder weapon is here or one of us did it, right?

[ She doesn't comment further, instead turning over to crawl back on her bed, looking at her nightstand and opening the dressers for anything that might be hidden?

It's like she's scared to step on the floor of hot lava dead body okay? ]

[abhoth]

[The imprints are far too thin to belong to anyone's hands. The shape is more like a thin line, looping around his neck and nicking his skin just the littlest bit. There's a tinge of dried blood there, but not more than what you could get out of a scratch.

There's nothing out of place in the bathroom, nightstands or dressers. They should look somewhere else in the room, perhaps?]

[zombiearm]

I'm going to let you handle the disrobing if you're that eager.

[But okay, time to look in the closet.]

[lohengrins]

I'm not! And this isn't a matter of trust -- there may be a trace of the culprit here, or even worse: the culprit themself. Get out of bed, Hana.

[ what's in the closet c'mon daddyo ]

[dva]

Yeah, yeah! I'm just making sure! [ Because guys??? What the heckie. Hana was pouting when Perc totes called her out. With a groan, she slides her feet onto the carpet and is looking around. Since there's nothing else, she gives a shrug. ] If they got in — how did they? The door was locked when we went to sleep.

[ C'MON MOD META, WHATCHA GOT? ]

[abhoth]

[MOD META COMING YOUR WAY.

Which is to say, while there are no obvious bloody hand prints or messages written in blood? One of the unused wire hangers shows signs of detanglement in comparison to the others, like someone tried to put it back together but couldn't make it look like it used to.

Strange.]

[lohengrins]

[ he peers into the closet alongside Marty, a brow furrowed in contemplation. he then sighs and reaches for the hanger. ]

The wire is thin enough...I'm going to tell the rest of the residents about this. We'll see if this matches up with the prints.

Both of you: make sure it stays here. If you don't--

[ he won't finish that. ]