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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[jibunwo]

[that's probably fine]

[Before we inevitably pocket some of those for trial, let's take a closer look; are they in any kind of trail, or does the fabric itself look familiar?]

[bathymetric]

[ It's hardly a regular trail, but! I'll give it to you here that at trial this seems to match to Jasper's cloak. ]

[jibunwo]

[ffffffantastic. let's just snag a few of those for Evidence Reasons.]

[Is there anything odd about the fabric or the hallway? Anything it might have gotten caught on, for example?]

[bathymetric]

[ All the torn bits seem to have gotten caught on the wood panels and other parts of the stairs!

There's also something on the ground around the fifth floor. ]

[jibunwo]

[ominous! let's just crouch right down and take a look at this mystery thing while wandering around collecting jasper's ruined excuse for fashion.]

[bathymetric]

[ Looks like a discarded vending machine taser! ]