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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[certaingiant]

[While he's technically a healer, Christo's not the best equipped for diagnostics - best to let someone else handle that. He steps back outside the room, and decides to examine the stains more closely.

They don't smell like rust, apparently, so what do they smell like?]

[trustwellness]

[That's the strange thing, actually. Despite being red and looking kind of like blood, they don't smell like blood. They're a little sweeter, perhaps? It's kind of hard to tell exactly what they are, but they're not blood.]

[certaingiant]

...If the ketchup theory is actually correct, that will just make this day even better.

[My god he is not here for this at all.

All right: patterns. Is it more of a splatter pattern, like someone just threw a bunch of not-blood at the wall and called it Modern Art, or is it more of a solid stripe, or something else?]

[trustwellness]

[There's a good amount of it on the door to Adelina's room, though it's not in a splatter pattern, exactly. More like something slammed into it. There's also a trail of the red stuff leading down the hallway... but it abruptly ends further away.]

[certaingiant]

[Well, that's interesting.

Just so I can get a better mental picture, by "a good amount", do we mean 'most of the door has this red stuff on it' or 'yeah I guess something bigger than a breadbox that had red stuff on it hit it'? Since, there are a lot of somethings that could potentially slam into a door.

Especially during a murder. People kill other people in weird ways.]

[trustwellness]

[Bigger than a breadbox, but not the whole door! We're probably not looking at a water balloon full of ketchup smashed into the door. Probably.]

[certaingiant]

[Look, if we have to start this round's trials by talking about ketchup water balloons, Christo will not be able to take any of this seriously, so let's hope that's not it.

Alright, smell, pattern, Orihime and Judy are taking care of the footprints, it's probably hard to tell how long this has been here without knowing what exactly it is... Anything else blood-related he's missing, or should he go assist in other parts of the hallway?]

[trustwellness]

[Nope! You're actually all good, unless you've got any other questions!]

[officerhops]

[Hey there, Christo. Hopefully you don't mind Judy coming up near your ankles.]

There's so much...do you see anything? Fingerprints?

[certaingiant]

[Not at all, go right ahead.]

No fingerprints or handprints, but the footprints might be useful.

[officerhops]

Footprints? Those would be more than just a little useful, yeah.

[Time to go check those out, then. She'll leave Christo to the not-blood examining.]

[certaingiant]

[You do that, officer rabbit. He has this under control.

Probably.]