( INVESTIGATION - WEEK 5 )

[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

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[godly]

[He's about to say something to Andersen, who's blinking awake, but Chiaki grabs his attention by uttering his name.

He looks over and spots the body slumped over, and immediately his shoulders stiffen.]

Great...

[Just great.

Well, what else to do other than to make his way to the body.] Chiaki... stand back. Andersen, wake up. Focus.

[Going to walk over an angle himself to see just exactly who it is? Are they super dead or just injured?]

[abhoth]

[They are super duper dead, though their expression isn't one of horror or pain. Instead, the person looks peaceful, one hand close to the cup of coffee and another gently placed on top of the table. If it weren't for the obvious paleness and lack of breathing, it'd be easy to think they were asleep.

Anyway— Akira Kurusu is dead.]

[gamerscore]

A-Akira... He wasn't suppose to — he was suppose to make it!

[ She recognizes that hair, the shagginess and slight frizz. Her eyes look down as Light approaches, instinctively reaching up and tugging her hoodie up and looking away. ]

Andersen.

Who else was with you —

[ Besides apparently Akira??? Her eyes are shut and she refuses to open them. ]

Was there anyone else here that you remember?

[ Light has his hands full, okay. ]

[godly]

Blood on his clothes.

[Obvious, though, and Light peers in closely to see exactly where the blood on his body is located. Also, it's difficult not to notice the cup with the note pinned underneath.]

It doesn't look like went down with a fight. There's a note here.

[He'll be taking that and unfolding it to see its contents before checking anything else.]

[abhoth]

[There's blood on his gloves. His sleeves have been torn up, but not too much. His pant legs are also kind of... bloodied in odd places? Around the hem, of course. But also midway up his calf for some odd reason. Despite this, Akira himself doesn't look roughed up at all.

The note is handwritten. It reads:]

To those reading, I am doing this of my own will. The numbers must be culled to three. Let those who are willing and of pure heart fill those slots.

[gamerscore]

[ Eyes snap open like a yandere. Immediately furrows brows down. ]

No! For real - You answer now! Don't let your problem affect all of us. You could have very well jo-joined him!

[ And sassy finger point. ]

If you have two different answers based on your alcohol level, that means there's room for doubt. Think hard — ... please.

[ More Drama In The Lounge. ]

[godly]

[Everyone just chill for a moment, okay? Light is briefly ignoring the bickering for the sake of continuing to look at the body, note still in hand, though he furrows his brow in vague irritation as he does.]

It sounds like a suicide note. [He reads it out loud, even if Andersen doesn't seem to care all that much at the moment. Light checks his gloves, which appear to have blood on them, then glances at the cup.

He picks it up, seeing if there's anything still inside. If there is, he'll take a sniff.]

Andersen. [He says, mid-investigation.] If you know who the culprit is, don't you think that's something you should share with us instead of skulking off?

[abhoth]

[There's a brown stain inside. When Light takes a whiff, it'll smell like coffee.]

[gamerscore]

[ When he's wobbling, her arm goes up to catch him. Balance him. Despite her outburst, she makes sure he doesn't fall over. ]

.... If you do —

[ She narrows her eyes, looking to Light. ]

That's... but the note. They went through the effort to forge something...? If you know, please tell us!

[ She's trying to make sure Grandpa doesn't die. ]

You're going to find a place to sit that doesn't have a dead body in the room. L-Let Light handle Akira....

[godly]

[The cup and note get set back down -- he figures that the faceless men will come pick that up later for evidence, anyway.]

Fine. [It's obviously an unsatisfactory answer (more bodies??), because Light would actually like to know these sort of important details right now, but-- well. He still has a body to look over, or at the very least the rest of the murder/suicide scene, to see if anything else stands out.]

We'll make sure no one moves anything. But the both of us expect answers afterwards.

[That being said, is there anything else of note in the vicinity?]