FIRST INVESTIGATION

[bathymetric]

Friday, the deadline for The Professor's generous offer, dawns like any other. The automated cycle of lights, the only real indication of time passing here on the seafloor, passes into an imitation of daylight with a series of clicks and the hum of bulbs intensifying their glow.

Just last night, spirits were high as many of you watched movies and chatted. But as you leave your rooms today, there's something... foreboding hanging in the air. A quiet stillness, almost unnatural.

... Eh, it's probably fine, right?

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[bathymetric]

[ Well, it doesn't take much effort to figure out who it is, really. She's certainly been around plenty this last couple of weeks, and lying on her back certainly isn't doing much to obscure her face. And by now, well...

There's only one face among you that's always covered in actual war paint, isn't there?

Aela the Huntress is dead. ]

[archboxer]

[Oh.... oh no. That's not good at all!]

[onefuture]

[The fitness room is right near the library, and Lif's pretty sure that he thought he heard something--it's likely not good, all things considered, but he should check it out, right?

Well. Needless to say, that's the biggest mistake he's made today as he goes to see what the fuss is all about and is hit with what he sees, eyes widening--]

Aela--!

[What starts desperate is very much slowly turning into fury. Lif's not usually the most expressive man in the world, but he's fucking openly pissed here.]

[precognit]

[Alice is a little late to the party, but she notices that people are gathering in the library, so—

...Oh. Oh, no. She smells blood.

She only took two steps into the room, but Alice immediately turns around and flees.]

[bogwife]

[Hey, guys, is there a party going on in the library- oh no.]

Is she-? Oh Ancestors, someone actually did it.