FIFTH INVESTIGATION

[bathymetric]

Friday morning dawns like any other. There's no sharp indicator whether or not you've all managed to avoid this motive - nothing missing returned, or anything like that. You still have the photos of the Ideal Futures that Jack gave you. The hallway outside your rooms is again clear of bodies. The air is still, the ship quiet.

Still, you can't help the feeling that, well... why would this Friday be any different? You've been in this cycle for over a month now, after all. But... only one way to find out!

Comments

[dokkalfheimr]

[Freyja usually freezes up when she sees the bodies, and this is no exception; Filbo's words bring her back around a little, though, and while she still seems rather pale and can't quite look away from Decus' body, she manages to say something, at least.]

We'll... We'll find who did this.

[ahelpingpaw]

...of course we will!

[He just squares up as much as he can]

We must. It'll be done.

[Because seriously, Decus was doing well, this was real rude, culprit]