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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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[Y i k e s]
[Don't mind her if she stares]
Objection?
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The trail leads down the hallway and towards the Mayor's Office. There is a spray on the floors and walls in a clear arc between Apollo's corpse and the end of the trail. But that probably won't be the thing that captivates Girge and Mabel's attention the most.
L'Arachel is dead, speared to the wall by something wooden through her abdomen. Her feet aren't touching the ground, and one of her hands is still clasped around the piece of wood keeping her pinned to the wall. Her other hand lays limp at her side, a finger coated in blood. There seems to be something written on the wall beside her.]
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He just holds his hands up in defence as he follows the blood, glancing back at Mabel.]
For the record, I didn't do it.
[...]
... Or that.
[Welp.]
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[She rushes over and starts trying to free her body]
L--- L'Arachel's hurt really bad! We... We have to help her!
L'Arachel! L'Arachel! Can you hear me?
[Just give her a sec it'll sink in]
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[Pulls the wood out!!! Or attempts to, anyway!]
[the music when Mufasa dies plays in the bg because fuck you Courtney]
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Move aside, Mabel.
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[But by now she can no longer deny the fact that l'Arachel is in fact, deda. She'll move aside miserably and let Girge use his manly muscles. She's probably bloody by now anyway]
You'll get her down, right? We can't just.... Leave her like that.
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Yeah.
[If that's what she wants, at least.
Girge takes a moment to quickly sketch the scene of the crime, just in case, since he doubts that the staff are going to, like, re-spear L'Arachel to the wall at tomorrow's trial.
Assuming that Mabel is far enough to avoid getting any more blood on her (because he'll wait), he moves L'Arachel's hand away before pulling out the stake.]
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[She does back up to give him space, watching quietly (for once)
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The staff will collect her body afterwards. I'm going to take note of the rest of the scene.
[This and Apollo's, that is. Might as well sketch down the rest of it before it's gone. Glancing at Mabel, he begins to move.]
Want to come?
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..Y... Yeah. We have to find out who did this.
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A small blessing was someone had gone to the trouble to unspear her, but...
That green hair, and those unmistakable white clothing--he'd recognize it from anywhere. For a moment, Knoll was sure that he may have screamed, but it was all in his head. He couldn't bring himself to say anything for a moment, and his hands began to tremble.
"We will find our way."
She had spoken of peace, community, friendship...she had said that Rausten couldn't lose its crown jewel. Many might have seen her as eccentric, but he knew she meant well. She always had.
Knoll doesn't know if he ever deserved anything good to happen in his life, after what he's done. But, L'arachel? He knew she didn't deserve this. Not her, not any of the other victims. ]
I am sorry...I couldn't...Princess L'arachel...
[ His trembling hands clenched into fists...which unclench because he has to wipe at his eyes, and make a retreat to his room. ]