Eighth.

[trustharder]

Seven in the morning comes and goes as it always does – namely, loudly and a little obnoxiously, given the usual blaring of the klaxons. Today marks almost a full eight weeks since the Survivors awakened in the Vault; more than enough time for people to get used to how things tend to work around here on Fridays, and yet not so long that there isn't any hope that maybe (maybe) this Friday will be better. The first-floor corridor is generally quiet, in that it's free of blood; however, there are some scattered books in the hallway, near the library. Maybe it's nothing. Maybe it isn't. It might be good to make sure, though, right? >Explore?

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[cherryblooded]

That's wonderful - well, it's much better than normal, anyway.

Sorry to have worried you.

[Obviously he needs to get there first every week so people don't get concerned.]

[penduli]

[ ...SURE... ]

Have fun!? [ ??? LIKE CHANCES ARE CHERRYBLOD STAYED IN SO HE WOULDN'T FIND ANOTHER DEAD (OR NOT DEAD) BODY

BUT GL FRIEND ]

[trustharder]

[There's no blood, nope!

And you won't need to get as far as the stalls - there's water on the floor. It's mostly around the sink you were just at. Try not to slip!

That's all we've got in this room as well, surprisingly. Good job, Cherryblod!]

[sleepingkogoro]

[Hm. Well that was not very useful. There weren't really that many hopes, if Mouri had to be honest. Strangling someone with an object makes the person be on the back, but it was worth a try.

May as well go into a different direction]

Could you please check your pockets? It is a long shot, but try to see if you have anything you didn't have before.

[Looking for clues regarding a framing attempt or something, Mouri supposes]

AREA CLEAR

[trustharder]

[garudynamic]

Sorry for jumping on you like that. Guess I'm lucky I didn't scare the piss outta you.

[Yosuke dat's gross. Correct, but gross]

[isafraid]

You can hardly blame us for it. [They've been finding bodies in odd places for weeks now, how else would they really react to this?

It's nonsense, mad!]

[trustharder]

[There is not!]

[cherryblooded]

[No actual murder, easy investigation, it's a good day!]

[goodforsomething]

[AWESOME you know me and verifying blood. Stan picks it up, holding it up for the others in the room to see.]

Hey Gabe, is this yours?

[notjustawriter]

[He does so.

There's nothing unusual in them.]

Just my notebook and key.

[cherryblooded]

No, no, it's completely understandable. I'd do the same in your place.

I'll be out in a bit. I just came in to splash my face and try to wake up.

[captainobnoxious]

[NOTHING AND NOBODY!!!

... Oh, boy, she got away from the things she didn't care about (books) to more stuff she doesn't care about (sewing). Sure looks like someone was gonna make a stuffed animal though.

By chance, is there anything under that fabric. And is it enough to make a stuffed animal with, actually, there's like seventeen of them in the chapel anyone can guesstimate that.]

[notjustawriter]

[He looks at the knife for a long moment.]

Nope, I've never gotten anything like that out of the vending machine.

[trustharder]

[You all could probably use a good rest. Attempted murder is a hell of a thing, huh?

There's nothing else immediately off - in fact, the books are the only strange thing here. They're spilling out from the library, like someone might have knocked them over on the way out.

And that's actually the only piece of evidence here. GOOD JOB COLRESS!!]

AREA CLEAR

[trustharder]

[garudynamic]

Okay. Be safe.

[He will leave Cherry to his pee and investigation!~]

[trustharder]

[Nothing under the fabric and as for the stuffing... well, it might be? It's kind of hard to tell, honestly.

There's nothing else to find on the table, so how about turning your search elsewhere?]

[notjustawriter]

Thanks.

[He'll definitely take the water, at least.]

I wish I could remember more about what happened.

[captainobnoxious]

[Perfectly okay by her, so let's just stuff this stuff away into a bag and climb onto the table itself for some bird's eye view of anything fishy.

... Provided that doesn't work out, she'll end up just kind of. You know. Actually walk between them and stuff. Like a normal person.]

[amygdalae]

[Please drink, Gabriel. It'll probably do you some good.]

What matters most is that you're alive. [...] But we should look into exactly what happened to you.

[A hesitant pause.]

Do you mind if I check you for injuries?

[You know, besides the obvious one on his neck. Which he'll totally look at too, of course.]

[sleepingkogoro]

[No idea what happened, no objects...the detective's manual doesn't really give many instructions. The last basic question would be if Gabriel knew who would try to kill him, but that would be 'everyone'. That is how the Vault was like]

One last question, if you don't mind:

Does anything about the Library look different from when you arrived?

[Leaving aside, um, the mess of books outside because that is quite obvious]

[goodforsomething]

Someone else must've dropped it.

[Though, as they've covered before, vending machine evidence doesn't really...help with identifying people much.

Stan rises, still holding the knife, to scan the rest of the area. Did they drop anything anywhere else?]

[notjustawriter]

Not at all. Take a look.

[A cursory glance will make it obvious that the most important injury is the bruise around his neck. He appears otherwise uninjured.]

[trustharder]

[YOU CAN SEE SO MUCH FROM UP HERE but unfortunately you cannot see anything relevant to the case. Walking between the tables is slightly better, but you're still not going to find anything. So now what?]