First.

[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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KITCHEN

[trustwellness]

[feistytrader]

[...Well, there's a fairly large crowd around the end of the hall and it looks like there are walls covered in blood down there.

...

So screw that, he's going to get breakfast. Is there anything immediately strange in here?]

[uncouthhatcher]

[He's sleepy following Silver, deciding he'll deal with oh no someone's dead later. Holding onto his sleeve a little to trail behind.]

[trustwellness]

[It looks like someone didn't thoroughly clean up after themselves! There are two items still sitting out on the counter.]

[feistytrader]

[Well, damn.

Are they knives? ...Did some heathen leave out the milk?]

[trustwellness]

[No knives and no milk - you're actually looking at a bowl with something in it and a can without something in it.]

[feistytrader]

[Well, let's check out the bowl first. What is it full of? ...Is it ketchup or strawberry jam?]

[uncouthhatcher]

[Oh, good, someone's already got breakfast out! Gold's gonna grab a spoon and reach for the bowl--]

[feistytrader]

[And Silver's slapping that right out of his hands.]

There's plenty of food in the fridge.

[uncouthhatcher]

[WHAT THE FUCK]

Yeah, I'm sure, but there's somethin' right here!

[... He'll go to the fridge to get food in a bit but tell him why he cannot eat what this is right now.]

[trustwellness]

[It's definitely not strawberry jam. But you're not too far off with the ketchup idea - it looks like someone was crushing tomatoes in this bowl.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[... That is gross and he will give Silver a thankful look for not letting him eat straight up tomatoes, time to go get food from the perfectly fine fridge, you guys do your stuff he's gonna make breakfast.]

[trustwellness]

[thankfully you've been saved]

[feistytrader]

[...Well, damn.

Is there anything weird looking about said crushed tomatoes, or should he move onto the can? To facilitate actually being able to see if there's something weird in the crushed tomatoes, he's sticking his face right in the damn bowl, on account of not being able to god damn see.]

[neverheardofhim]

[The kitchen seems like an innocent place to cool off and -- oh good. More suspicious shit. It sure seems like there's a lot of attention being given to this bowl (or none at all, thanks Gold). After rifling through the cabinets to pull out his trusty stepping-pot (and maybe giving a suspicious look around down there), he'll peer up at the bowl.]

[Will this goop look familiar?]

[quadruples]

[ Welp. Viktor's just a normal guy, he certainly doesn't want to be anywhere near the body, so he's staying away from Adelina's room. As he tries to process everything, he decides to start looking around for clues that could point them to a culprit.

Is there anything obviously out of place over here? ]

[trustwellness]

[Silver's found something.]

[plentyfriendly]

[Phi would rather not investigate on an empty stomach. Anything quick and easy in the fridge?]

[trustwellness]

[The fridge is completely untouched, thankfully! You can get your food in peace, Phi.]

[plentyfriendly]

[Well, there's probably not much time to cook; she'll grab something that's good cold.

One of these days she'll need to try baking a pizza though. Speaking of which, how about the oven?]

[trustwellness]

[The oven is clean! Pizza sounds really good right now but probably not right after a murder...]

[plentyfriendly]

[Any marks on the floor? Whatever those giant red smears are it was a huge mess that's probably going to be a pain to clean.]

[trustwellness]

[Surprisingly, no! The kitchen is mostly clean, except for the items Silver and Gold are looking at.

But there is something else to note here. Where do you want to look next?]

[plentyfriendly]

[Might as well check that out first, then, since this isn't getting anywhere and Gold is showing a distinct but probably ordinary lack of self-control.]

AREA CLEAR

[trustwellness]