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]

[ 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!]