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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[nothingcanstop]

That's what I would think...if there was any sign of, you know, what was being washed. Something's...really fishy about this.

[ Besides, you know. A murder. A murder. That's still sinking in for her, she's been up for like seven minutes, bedhead and all. ]

[precognit]

It's just suds? That's...really fishy, you're right.

[She wishes she had her sense of smell, her real sense of smell. Right now all she can smell is laundry soap.]

[nothingcanstop]

More than usual, too. ...Oh, jeez, we're really in this, aren't we?

[ Della...doesn't like this. They should all be on the same side. This is exactly what the Professor wants. ]

[precognit]

...Yeah, we are.

[Alice's voice is quiet. She's no stranger to death, but this is just...all feeling very real all of a sudden.]

Someone must have had a secret they really didn't want getting out.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Sudden it is. Della looks from the washer to...well, there's Rose looking pretty awful. As it's sinking in, she's feeling pretty awful too. ]

That damn blowhard's got us wrapped around his little finger.