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[trustwellness]

The past five days have come and gone, though exactly how easily they've done so is debatable; some have been trying to press onward in their optimism and faith that things will get better, while some seem convinced that things will only go downhill from here. However people have chosen to see it, though, clearly this week hasn't been all bad – after all, attempts at encouraging unity among the group seem to have been at least reasonably successful. ...Seem to have been. Friday dawns like the rest of the week before it – the clock chimes the hour at seven, the doors to the kitchen and the mail room unlock, and the building is quiet. It would seem that maybe the night passed reasonably quietly – were it not for the large red smears on the walls and floor of the southeastern side of the dormitory. It looks like somebody decided to be a damn overachiever and took some initiative of their own. >Explore?

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[trustwellness]

[It looks like the door to Room 25 is slightly ajar; it'll probably swing open if you push on it.]

[modernmedicine]

[That's not good. Pushing the door open!]

[acherontiastyx]

[...literally right next door OKAY LIKE]

What's... going on in there, Doc?

[modernmedicine]

Someone decided to take up the challenge...

[acherontiastyx]

Like. Are we sure that's blood? I don't know, maybe she's just like me and thinks it sucks how quiet it is when the door's closed.

[modernmedicine]

I don't think there's any doubt that it's blood. There wasn't any paint stored anywhere, and nothing in the laundry room would leave this color stains.

[certaingiant]

Even not considering the difficulties of acquiring paint here, that would be in unbelievably poor taste.

So if you were considering decorating, don't use red.

[Do you want everyone to think someone died because you got bored, Guzma. Do you.]

[iaspis]

[Following behind closely because seriously, there's blood everywhere.]

What's happened?

[modernmedicine]

With this amount of blood? Someone's - hopefully not dead. If they aren't, I can work on them, but I don't have high hopes.

[firstaid]

[Estelle opens her door to see all the people... and the blood...]

N-no, surely someone didn't...!

[She'll stand in her doorway in disbelief. Certainly not...]

[introspects]

[ Right behind Estelle. ]

I...I can't believe it...

[firstaid]

[She wants to rush in, she wants to find out, but she can't... She can't move.

Certainly...

N-no...]

Inoue, no one killed anyone, right? Right? It's just to get us scared, right?

[modernmedicine]

Orihime, Estellise, stay where you are for the moment, please. I don't want you seeing this.

[trustwellness]

[There's someone lying on the bed. Not under the covers or anything, but on the bed.

Which isn't too weird for a dorm room, right? You might want to go try to wake her up.]

[modernmedicine]

Miss Adelina? It's Doctor Ziegler, I'm coming in.

[And she'll put a hand on her shoulder, assuming it's not a bloody mess, and even if it is...]

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric will put his faith in modern medicine, likely for the first time in his life (Thanks Mercy). Nevertheless, he peered around her, trying to ignore the quiver in his hands.]

[Not her. Anyone but her. She had someone to save, for Andraste's sake.]

[modernmedicine]

I'm so sorry. I'll do what I can for her, but it doesn't look good.

[plentyfriendly]

Well? What's the diagnosis?

[Probably nothing good...]

[modernmedicine]

Not good, Phi. Not good.

[trustwellness]

[She doesn't respond.

To say that she seems peaceful is something of an overstatement; she's lying still, curly brown hair lying messy around her head, and she doesn't stir when approached, touched, or gently shaken, but the fact of the matter is that she doesn't seem to be breathing, either. While her clothes are stained red as well, it doesn't seem to be concentrated anywhere in particular; the spatter seems a bit too random for that, it isn't radiating out from any major injury.

However, the fact that she's not breathing can probably be attributed to the deep, unmistakable bruises on her throat.

The facts of the matter are clear.

Adelina is dead.]

[modernmedicine]

[This isn't the first time she's seen a body, but this? It's enough to shake Mercy up a little. She keeps that in check, though.

How cold is her body? Is it obvious that she's so far gone CPR won't help?]

[acherontiastyx]

Oh. Uh.

[someone fucking got murdered right next door.]

Does... anyone need towels? I'll go get towels. Yeah.

[time to coolly withdraw to his bathroom and lock the fucking door]

[introspects]

...A...Adelina-san...!

[ The bruises, the fact that she's not waking up--this can't be happening. Not Adelina. She was so young, only 16 years old, how could anyone do this?

In a panic, Orihime reflexively reaches for her pins, moving her hand up to her collar. ] Shun'ō, Ayame-- [ Sōten Kisshun is what she'd say next in a desperate attempt to heal her, but alas, her hairpins are gone. Upon the realization, Orihime gasps before covering her face in her hands, feeling completely helpless and lost. ]

[elepe]

[Lusamine really regrets wearing heels at a time like this, but it takes a few moments to get down to where the stains seem concentrated.]

Ms. Ziegler. I take it that someone has...

[One moment, taking a breath.]

Someone has decided to do something hideous.

[modernmedicine]

They have, I'm afraid.