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...