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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[bolderfell]

[All right. Well, he's gonna travel around, too, avoiding the blood, and kinda kick all these stall doors open. (Or pull them open slightly more awkwardly with his foot, if they open outward.) DID ANYONE BUMBLEFUCK A KNIFE INTO THE TOILET? OR ANYTHING?

It's been two weeks and no one told Therion that toilets aren't trash cans.]

[bathymetric]

[ ........... hey funny story, therion

someone for sure seems to have bumblefucked a knife right into a toilet ]

[bolderfell]

[LMFAOOOoooo...

1. What kind of knife? If he can tell just by looking. He's not sticking his hand in there. ...Yet.
2. Is there anything on the handle to indicate someone tried to flush it?]

[bathymetric]

[ 1. Well, has he received or seen one of the knives from the vending machine?
2. The best indication of whether or not someone tried to flush it is probably the blood still in the toilet water. ]

[bolderfell]

[1. Yup, he has!
2. Gross.]

[bathymetric]

[ That's fair. ]

[bolderfell]

...Hey. Jasper. Can you hold something for me?

[He pulls a Ziploc bag out from under his cloak, shakes some safety pins out of it into his palm, and holds them out to her.]

There's a knife in the. Thing. I'm fishing it out.

[hardnosed]

[ She takes both of these things without complaint! They have a new home in her giant ham hands. ]

Why? If they wanted to clean it, the smaller water holes are right there.

[bolderfell]

[Wait, he still needs the bag. Yoink.]

These ones are for throwing things away.

[He says with all the authority of an idiot. In the meantime, he turns the bag inside-out, gingerly picks up the knife with it, and inverts it once more so the knife's inside. Zzziiip, it's closed. Man, he wishes this existed in Orsterra.]

But it looks like they didn't even try to flush it down.

[hardnosed]

[ Oh good, this is definitely correct information which she can use in the future! ]

So they just... dropped it.

[bolderfell]

Seems like. Maybe we can find out more when we rejoin the others.