FOURTH INVESTIGATION

[bathymetric]

Friday morning and, well, you all wake up hungry, I'm sure. Even the vending machine isn't dropping food anymore, apart from sticks of butter, and one cannot live on that for very long. Another week has passed on this ship, and despite the fun communal activity of Accidentally Summoning Calypso, Goddess of the Sea last night, there's a tension in the air that cannot be dispelled or explained by the presence of some supernatural entity.

But hey, relax! The hallway outside your rooms is clear, at least! Most of you are around! And look, there's breakfast in the good ol' Jimmy Buffet!

... Wait, breakfast in the buffet? But that would mean...

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[cethflayn]

[Flayn fell asleep in a chair by Lorna's bedside last night, so when she wakes, she's. Well, exhausted and achy and hungry, so she doesn't really look to see if Lorna's still in bed. She stumbles out and makes her way to the bar to obtain a lime to eat, but since she'll have to pass through areas to get there, is there anything unusual on the way?

Because unless there is, nothing's going to stop her from absolutely coming to a halt in the Jimmy Buffet.

She's also wearing shoes. So you're aware.]

[bathymetric]

[ Nope! She makes it to the Buffet just fine! ]

[cethflayn]

[Cool because she's going to stop right in the buffet and the smell of actual food is going to hit her and she just. Freezes. Looks at it. Rubs her eyes and looks again.

And she is now breathing quickly and practically vibrating because if there's actual food, that means someone did a murder.

Busting into the Party Zone first, any repeats of last week?]

[bathymetric]

[ THE PARTY IS.... well, party rock is probably not in this house, but the party zone is clear. ]