( 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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[abhoth]

[ Well, you say that, but I have receipts. We are sinful, let's be real.

Either way, Mabel is able to navigate fairly easily to the Lobby. It still smells of fresh polish from the week's deep cleaning of the hotel during construction hours, but — there's something to notice besides the shine of the front desk.

The oversized mirror is shattered, broken with shards resting underneath it. Going in further, the expanse of the Lobby looks fairly... normal. Except for a small body is sitting on the couch, eyes closed. ]

[pinesforyou]

[She's gonna head straight for that body, thanks]

[I am pure]

Whoever you are, please still be alive....

[abhoth]

[ They are super, duper not alive.

Saya is resting somewhat peacefully. Minus the slight bruising on her nose and mouth, as well as mucus on her face. Any chance to catch the rising of her chest to breath would... actually never happen. At all. She's still. A spot of blood on the side of her dress as she eternally rests. ]

[pinesforyou]

Oh come on!

[She rushes over and shakes Saya for good measure]

[What are her wounds?]

Pull yourself together!

[abhoth]

[ Nothing abnormal! For now, she looks fairly peaceful. Her nose and mouth are bruised, slightly red but nothing too forceful. Out of the entire mess their stay has been, she looks fairly put together. :(

Mabel, still up for looking around in the Lobby? ]

[pinesforyou]

[Pets her deda head :(]

[But yeah she's looking around still]

[abhoth]

[ Mabel got the tamest crime scene. I failed my job as a mod.

The first aid kit will be left on top of the front desk, lid slightly ajar. Wonder what's inside? ]

[pinesforyou]

[Is it stickers]

This better not be our first aid kit, or I'm kicking Percy's butt!

[abhoth]

[ THERE ARE stickers, actually. Little hearts and bandaids cartoony style. Feel free to steal those.

But, instead — their first aid kit has... a knife. The blade wrapped in bandages.

Outside of that? There's nothing else. Hurry and scan the location before the faceless men kick the door down and start grabbing evidence! ]

[pinesforyou]

[Takes the stickers out, shoves them in her pocket, then closes the kit, makes a mental note of the location and everything pertinent, then hides the kit under her her sweater]

[That Mabel what a rebel]