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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[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.]

[plentyfriendly]

It just might be evidence. I don't know if you've heard yet but someone was killed.

[She didn't get that good a look at her but she's also not sure there's that much blood in a body.]

[uncouthhatcher]

Yeah, I heard it, I'm just not awake enough to deal with it.

[... Oh, yeah, someone died. Which one was Securing again?]

Anyone who criminalizes food's on my shitlist though.

[plentyfriendly]

Well make it quick, the more people we have on it the better.

[Did you even talk to her?]

I'd have to agree though.

[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.]

[trustwellness]

[Nope, nothing else to note about the bowl! Except that someone left it out. Rude.

Moving onto the can, it's one of the typical cans that can be found here, but there's no label on it or anything.]

[feistytrader]

[As someone who's spent an absurd amount of time in the kitchen, would he be able to narrow down what it might be? Is there anything leftover in the can? ...Does the can smell like anything.

I'm so sorry-]

[trustwellness]

[It smells suspiciously like... tomatoes. GEE I WONDER WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN IN HERE.]

[plentyfriendly]

[That gives her an idea. There's a trash can in this kitchen, right? What's in there?]

[trustwellness]

[Nothing, surprisingly. Nice try, though! Always remember to check the trash cans!!]

[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?]

[trustwellness]

[If you're familiar with tomatoes, then yes!]

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric'll look around then dip a forefinger into the goop and rub it against his thumb. We're both guessing it doesn't look like what's all over everywhere in the hallway?]

[trustwellness]

[That's where you'd be wrong, actually! While it's definitely not blood, the tomato goop does look suspiciously like what's all over the hallway.]