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?

Comments

[ladygeryon]

[Does it look like the spray happened while she was standing up, or already on the ground?]

[bathymetric]

[ It's definitely projected outwards, not upwards. ]

[ladygeryon]

[Hmm...any breaks in the spray that might indicate something was on the floor and then removed? She'll lean in to look close for thinner breaks as well.]

[bathymetric]

[ No indication anything was removed, nope! ]

[ladygeryon]

And no blood on those books Rhea's checking out either, right?

[bathymetric]

[ There might be a few drops on them - the spray goes towards the door, after all - but... while there are no breaks in the flow, there might be just slightly less blood than expected out here from a slit throat. ]

[ladygeryon]

[...huh. She'll look at the edges of the spray then-any sign that it might have been soaked/wiped up by something?]

[bathymetric]

[ No indication of that, just... Less Blood. ]

[ladygeryon]

[Definitely weird. She'll bring that to the rest of the forensic team's attention, then.]