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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[snackooed]

You're welcome to do whatever you feel comfortable doing. I might ask you to confirm some of my findings, too, just to be as safe as we can. But if you see something suspicious, tell me before you disturb the scene, please?

[bogwife]

[She nods firmly in understanding before she pauses, unclasps her cloak from around her neck and balls it up before throwing it toward one of the library chairs.

Hopefully there isn't anything immediately noticable on it beforehand?]

Got it.