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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[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.