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]

[ The slash in her neck would probably explain something like that, yeah. ]

[snackooed]

Damn it, damn it...

[ Would she be able to tell what kind of weapon created the wound? A smooth edge? Serrated?

Also, how wide and deep is this wound? Does it go all the way around, or does it just hit the carotid? ]

[bathymetric]

[ What kind of blade exactly is a tough call, but it's easy to tell it was one clean strike across the front of her throat. ]

[snackooed]

[ How bad is the rigor mortis, here? Can we estimate a time of death from this? ]

[bathymetric]

[ Well, rigor mortis has definitely started to set in - you're probably looking at at least a few hours since death. ]

[snackooed]

[ Heard. Any signs of trauma to her face or head? Since it seems like she was attacked on the ground like this... ]

[bathymetric]

[ Not really! Can't exactly guarantee that for the rest of her body, but her head at least seems clear. ]

[snackooed]

[ Alright, let's get a good look at the rest of her body, from the neck down then. Making note of any bloodstains on her clothing, and looking for any other wounds or abrasions worth noting, other than the ones on her arms... ]

[bathymetric]

[ Well, Zerinda's found a few of them, but there's also some bruising! Notably on the right side of her ribs and on her right arm, just above the wrist. Blunt force trauma, hooray! ]

[bogwife]

[While Ema has the wound itself handled Zerinda is going to focus on the rest of the body, particularly her hands.

How do they look, are they covered in blood or showing any defensive wounds maybe?]

[bathymetric]

[ Well, see, when touching her hands, something kinda unpleasant happens to her right hand? It moves in a... we'll call it a Bad Way. Looks like her wrist is broken. ]

[bogwife]

[Ouch. That had to have hurt. She sure hopes that was post-mortem. She clears her throat to get Ema's attention.]

Her wrist is broken.

[Even though Zerinda knows she's not feeling any pain anymore, she's still ginger in continuing her investigation. Is there anything under her nails on either hand, skin or blood or some other mystery substance?]

[bathymetric]

[ Nope! Her nails are clear. Might want to proceed up her arms, though? Something's up with the left one, too. ]

[bogwife]

[Oh dang, let's have a look at that! What does she see?]

[bathymetric]

[ There's a cut, up on her upper arm! Clean and not too deep, but it definitely bled. ]

[bogwife]

[She again grimaces in sympathy. If it bled, that definitely happened while she was alive. She speaks under her breath, more talking to herself to iron out her thoughts than trying to get attention.]

All right, broken wrist and cut on her arm- oh, honey, who did this to you?

[Anything else she might be noticing that hasn't already been found?]