Fifth.

[trustwellness]

For some, it seems this week has been a welcome reprieve – after the pain of the last trial, the week itself has brought with it some vague degree of hope. Perhaps your friends are not truly gone; perhaps the bonds that have suffered between those still alive can be repaired, and the ones that hold fast can be strengthened. Furthermore, no one has died to the executioner this week. However, the incentive still exists as a possibility that some might want to explore; it's difficult to say, really, what with all the excitement the past several days have brought with them. As always, the chimes ring out to signal the hour; the day seems reasonably normal, though given that you've all established a pattern of terrible things happening on Fridays, you might want to check the building just to make sure, particularly the lower floors. You might want to be careful in those stairwells, though. Just saying. >Explore?

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[trustwellness]

[Oh Orihime...

Well, the open desk drawer won't help you any. There's a room key in there though.]

[introspects]

[ a key, huh...? what is that doing in there? she'll take the key too, just in case.

so...let's move on if there's nothing more to see on the desk. what about the chest? ]

[trustwellness]

[The chest would probably be a good place to look under normal circumstances, but there's something lying up against it that's a bit more important to look at.]

[introspects]

[ oh god what is it. it's not another body is it ]

cw: brain matter

[trustwellness]

[IT'S ANOTHER BODY— nah just kidding.

It is bloody though; you're looking at one of those war hammers from the machine. It looks like it wasn't cleaned up after it did... something, especially considering how much blood and uh... brain matter can be found on it. You miiiight want to be careful with that. Just saying.]

[introspects]

[ huh...a giant hummer? she hasn't seen any of these around but she's going to assume it's from the vending machine. the sheer amount of blood.....of course this would be the murder weapon.

but...she doesn't immediately recognize that as brain matter, just some part of the body that shouldn't be there. holy shit. okay. she feels sick to her stomach, but she's...she's fine.

okay. she's not going to take this along with her until after we're done...

...anything else about the chest? or shall we move on to the bed? ]

[trustwellness]

[There's nothing else off about the chest and there's nothing wrong with the bed either, but you might notice that the door to the bathroom is open a crack...]

[introspects]

[ oh god are there more brains

just gonna step inside...... ]

cw: brain matter

[trustwellness]

[The bathroom itself seems fine! What you should probably be concerned about is the shower, which is still wet.

It also has some traces of blood and you guessed it - traces of brains as well.]

[introspects]

[ oh, goodness--this is bad. this is real bad.

so...let's check the hammer again: is the hammer itself wet at all? ]

[trustwellness]

[Nope! Not unless you count "wet with blood".]

[introspects]

[ ALRIGHT THAT'S ENOUGH--

is there anything else to see in here? if not, orihime's gonna just carry that hammer with her and...put it in her room... ]

[trustwellness]

[Nope, you're good! Well done, Orihime, sorry for scarring you for life!!]

[introspects]

[ understatement of the CENTURY ]