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]

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! ]