SEVENTH INVESTIGATION

[bathymetric]

Friday morning comes as it so often does. The hallways of the ship are still. Things are... surprisingly normal. As normal as they can feel on a cruise ship populated entirely by a few surviving members of your number and whatever the heck The Captain has become.

And on top of that, it's quiet. The voices of your loved ones no longer ring in your ears, gone as suddenly as they came.

But that would mean...

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[bathymetric]

[ Well, there's some feathers under one of the tables... ]

[cethflayn]

[...

Oh my god what the actual fuck. Time to get on our hands and knees and go get them feathers. What state are they in? Forcibly plucked out, roughed up? intact and planted as evidence? Also, what color are they?]

[bathymetric]

[ Unclear! But they sure are teal, aren't they? ]

[cethflayn]

Sure are, huh! Going to put those in another bin or something so they don't mingle with the stubs.

Just to clarify, is it teal like Magica's feathers or some kind of other teal? Or will they have to be compared side-by-side to confirm?]

[bathymetric]

[ They seem to be close, at least! But you might need to compare to confirm for sure. ]

[cethflayn]

[Will keep that in mind.

What else is fucky around here.]

[bathymetric]

[ Looks like the trash can has been upset a little? ]

[cethflayn]

[Oh no, poor trash can-kun

Going to come over here and see what's up. Is it knocked over, are the contents strewn about? And what are the contents, anyway?]

[bathymetric]

[ Something's been put in! Namely, a pair of latex gloves that are stained with the same "blood" that's on Jasper. ]

[cethflayn]

[Oh dear! Well that's not okay.

Presumably, the "blood" smells sweet and not like actual blood as per Yeager's observations, yes? Flayn's going to look back at Jasper and then at these gloves, then maybe dart over to Jasper's body to like. Nonoffensively sniff around to see if the scents match.

"Elaine are you going to do something dumb" yes but we need to be certain before dumb thing happens.]

[bathymetric]

[ The scents do indeed match! ]

cw: stupidity

[cethflayn]

[OKAY

Now that everything is confirmed daijoubu

Flayn will take a pinkie tip's worth of the "blood" and lick it to get a general idea of the taste before spitting it back out

And later she will rinse her mouth out

Maybe have a mouthful of dark froyo

Can't be too careful]

[bathymetric]

[ Roger that!

It tastes like chocolate! ]

[cethflayn]

[Bless ye oh merciful mods, if you ever need someone for a thing for Endgame then you know who to call

What else is weird about the area, if anything? If there's nothing else for Flayn to find she will get a third tub for them gloves, carry all three with her to the ice cream parlor, and do the mouth rinse/dark froyo combo.]

[bathymetric]

[ It's all body stuff left! Go rinse, Flayn. ]

[cethflayn]

[GOING TO CLEANSE THE SELF and then be lectured at the trial, she can literally do nothing right, it's great! This is fine!]