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]

[...Who the fuck eats tomatoes out of a can?

Well, now that we've safely established that there are a hell of a lot of tomatoes in here, Silver's looking around for some other out of place food products on the counter or stove. Surely no one would straight up eat a bowl of raw canned tomatoes, right?]

[trustwellness]

[I'm sorry I missed this somehow??

Nope, there doesn't seem to be any other out of place food products! There is still something else in the kitchen area, though!]

[feistytrader]

[...Is there something on the ceiling? Is there a cryptic message in tomato sauce.]

[trustwellness]

[Yes, of course there is. You did it - written on the ceiling is—

NO I'M JUST KIDDING.

Where do you want to look next?]

[feistytrader]

[MAYBE NOT NOW, BUT THERE WILL BE SOMETHING ON THE CEILING. SOMEDAY.

What about the logical opposite of the ceiling? How about the floor?]

[trustwellness]

[ANOTHER MESSAGE IN KETCHUP—

Nope, nothing on the floor either!]

[feistytrader]

[...How about in the blender]

[trustwellness]

[Nope, nothing off about the blender! Thank god no one blended the tomatoes.]

[feistytrader]

[...Well damn, uh. How about that nifty thing with all the knives or the drawer with all the utensils.]

[trustwellness]

[Ding ding ding!! The utensils seem to all be in place but the knife block is missing a knife. That might be important.]

[feistytrader]

[...THE KNIFE BLOCK, THANK YOU, IT'S CALLED A KNIFE BLOCK.]

Someone has a knife.

[trustwellness]

[YOU'RE WELCOME]

[plentyfriendly]

[That is indeed smaller than most things and also I forgot about them.]

What kind?

[There are a lot of knife types, okay.]

[feistytrader]

One of the fancy ones.

[He pulls out the knife block and shows it to her, because as a kid that lives in the woods, he's probably not the best versed in fine cutlery.]

[plentyfriendly]

[It's not like she's much better at cooking but unless this is one of those knife blocks that's got those cylinders in 'em so you can put the knives in any way you want it's got to have slots.

So what size is the slot with the missing knife? Or does it matter at all? It probably does not.]

[uncouthhatcher]

Oh, really, someone has a knife and there's a dead body hangin' around. Wonder what could've happened. Hopefully the killer doesn't have it on 'em still.

[... boy, waffles are great.]

[feistytrader]

...Who died, anyway? I don't remember which one Securing is.

[And hahahahah he is not going anywhere near a body today.]

[plentyfriendly]

That's Adelina.

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric is so not here for this conversation.]

[After shooting a look at the remaining party in the kitchen, he nodded to himself and stepped out, evidence in hand. It'd be helpful eventually, he figured.]

[plentyfriendly]

[She doesn't blame you for that, you probably got along well even if she doesn't recall ever seeing you two in the same room together.]

[feistytrader]

[...Well damn, he didn't think it was fucking Gangrel, but Adelina?

It's enough to get him to quiet down, at least.]

[uncouthhatcher]

Oh.

[....... Well, shit. That's making these fun sprinkles on these waffles a lot less fun.]

Alright.