THIRD INVESTIGATION

[bathymetric]

So the mood, test subjects, has been a little... rough, maybe. The vibes, they're not great for a lot of you. Even some of the normally calm and/or collected among your number seem to have let this week's motive get to them, and when the lights click on on Friday there are some among you who may well just assume there's a body to find. It wouldn't exactly be unreasonable, would it?

But hey, maybe you all held out! Maybe this can be a turning point in your fight against The Professor and his motives, and you can come together to tell him off once and for all! Wouldn't that be nice? One nice week.

Well, only one way to find out if that's an option.

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[bolderfell]

[Up he go.]

Hey.

[If he sounds a little less perfectly uncaring than usual, it's because he doesn't like heights, obviously.]

[bathymetric]

[ The figure, unfortunately, doesn't move. Might be the fault of, you know, all the blood up here? Oof.

The figure is face-up, at least, which means that you can tell he absolutely isn't going to wake up anytime soon. Wounds to the heart will do that to a guy. Looks like the pressure of this week got to somebody - and now as a result...

Seteth is dead. ]

[emberserker]

[Anna's in the wetsuit again, climbing up the stairs because it's Friday and it's always the new wing. She stops a few paces back.]

Oh, not this again.

[bolderfell]

[✧・ﾟ:* fuck *:・ﾟ✧]

Hey! Anna--get Ema, and someone stop Rhea from getting in here!

[bogwife]

Therion, Anna? [Zerinda just came up here to walk her rabbit-pig, Stonedammit, but she's rushing over to the waterpark section.] What happened, who is it?

[bolderfell]

Seteth.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Walked in just in time to hear that-- ]

What?

[ Oh. Oh, fuck. ]

[emberserker]

Don't order me around, Therion!

[She glares for a second, but ends up going back down the stairs anyway.]

[snackooed]

I'm here, I'm here...

[ Anna doesn't have to look very hard; on a Friday morning, seems like she's picked up on knowing that she should make herself available. ]

I'll take care of the scene.

[emberserker]

Good. I'll find --

[or not]

[archboxer]

[...

...

Guess who just walked in and has a sword. Rhea.]

What?!

[nothingcanstop]

[ BIG OH SHIT ]

[emberserker]

Rhea!

[Anna stops on the staircase and shakes her head.]

He hasn't been moved. Whoever did this will be flushed out.

[bolderfell]

[Aelfric bless you, Anna, he doesn't want to die today.]

[archboxer]

[No. Nope. This can't be happening. Something just... snaps inside her.]

Not another one of us--! [Though, fortunately, Anna isn't on her shit list. Instead she actually does back off.] How am I to tell my niece....?

[bogwife]

Shit.