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( INVESTIGATION - WEEK 4 )
 Promptly at 7:59 AM, 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, there's no reason to doubt it's time to get up and greet the brand new day. Despite the usual cold clinging to the residents' skin, it seems like any other Friday morning. Or, at least, it does — until it suddenly isn't. A large, deafening explosion will rock the motel seconds before 8:00 AM, drowning out the sound of the grandfather clocks and threatening to break the building in half. Those on the motel's west wing will feel the tremors with greater strength, their ears ringing from the volume of the explosion, and just when the walls and ceilings begin to crack... A translucent shimmer coats every room from top to bottom, almost like a shield to keep the structure from falling apart. Now, it's time to see what surprises lay in wait for the survivors. 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! ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation |
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And speaking of bullets, now that the fire is out and Kaito is crouched next to the body... He will definitely be able to notice this person has been shot in abdomen, shoulder, and heart.
Anyway, they're right. Seto Kaiba is dead.]
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[because he's a Gosho boy and they know a lot of shit about everything]
[immediately heads towards the bullet in the wall and attempts to remove it to see what kind of bullet it is, if he can]
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It seems to be the kind of bullet a handgun would use.]
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A handgun, huh. . .
[pockets the bullet, making a note to return to to the faceless men later less they try to mug him for it before the trial]
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