( INVESTIGATION - WEEK 2 )

[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. We'll be tagging in with the mod account at 6:10 PM EST to give everyone time to jump in. Happy body hunting! ( quick navigation ) ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard

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Big Belly Diner

[crimsonsparrow]

[Suzaku comes here every day anyway so might as well see if anything's unusual.]

[abhoth]

[Does a corpse count as unusual? Because Vincent Machen is currently on the ground, and it doesn't seem like he's stirring.

The rest of the diner isn't faring any better, considering stools have been knocked over left and right.]

[crimsonsparrow]

[Oh, well, fancy that! Suzaku figures the best thing to do is probably examine the body, so he's going to just, like, walk over and kick it to see if it moves.]

[digestion]

[ ...man, now he can't do it first?? You beat him to it.

But to be similarly coolly unaffected by a body, he's going to nudge it too. ]

[abhoth]

[Two questionable dudes walk into a diner...

Anyway, Vincent is super duper dead. Suzaku and Kamui will nudge the body enough for the head to tilt over their way, revealing that he's been stabbed in the eye right through his glasses — which happen to be a shattered mess, still on his face.

His nose is broken and bloodied, and there's a hint of blood on his mouth. One of his legs and both of his arms are twisted at an unnatural angle.]

[crimsonsparrow]

[Well, okay, they've established one thing: murder. Hooray for the efforts of violent examination! Suzaku crouches down to get a better look at these injuries.]

Well...someone was rather overzealous, weren't they?

[He sounds slightly too excited about it. He's going to focus on examining the face to see if there's any clear indication what kind of weapon or at least what size of weapon was used to cause that stabbing damage.]

[digestion]

[ Okay, you can take the head. Gross. ]

I suppose late night snacks are now far more dangerous than they used to be.

[ ...prodding his mangled leg. ]

[abhoth]

[The weapon was something small and thin, but without anything to compare it with, Suzaku might be at a loss. There are similar injuries over the rest of his body, as if someone went for gold stabbing him over and over and over.

Kamui will notice his pants are somewhat mussed up, with dirty bootprints prominent on the shin and knee area.]

[crimsonsparrow]

Hmm.

[A gold star or the killer! Clap clap clap! Suzaku will keep the size and shape of the injuries in mind, but until or unless he can find what looks like a murder weapon sitting around, he has no idea what else to do.]

I think I'll go take a look at the rest of this mess.

[But what he really means is that he's going to go make sure the jukebox is okay, first of all.]

[digestion]

Good luck!

[ Kamui, on the other hand, is leaving.





Look, the last kiddo murdered got an announcement, so he'll just go do that, okay. ]

[abhoth]

[There's nothing that matches the injury at the diner, no. All the cutlery is clean.

The jukebox is unharmed and playing this.]

[crimsonsparrow]

[EXCUSE YOU THIS IS NOT THE KIND OF MOOD MUSIC HE SIGNED UP FOR. But whatever, Kamui's ditched him so he supposes he'll have to do the rest on his own. Since nothing looks like a murder weapon, he'll check out the booths and stools--there was clearly some kind of struggle going on here. Who knows if anything was left behind.]

[abhoth]

[The booths are similarly wrecked, but that's about it, unfortunately.]

[crimsonsparrow]

[Ah well, it was worth a shot. He'll take another quick glance at the body before heading out, but if there's nothing else interesting to find, he'll shrug and head back to the hotel. What a fun day!]