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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?

Comments

[neverheardofhim]

[Well shit.]

[What does he do with this? Donnen would make note of the evidence and abandon protocol in favor of a vigilante mission. Hawke wouldn't have even investigated the blood. He's starting to regret not writing characters that follow the rules -- his research never told him what to do in this case!!!!]

[He'll just-- clear his throat. Anyone in the kitchen wanna help out?]

[uncouthhatcher]

[-- oh is he being called upon, what]

What's up, dude?

[neverheardofhim]

I, uh... [He lifted his brows, even though his expression still remained dark.] Found the blood, so to speak. Not sure what we should do with it.

[uncouthhatcher]

[... Right.]

Put it in a bag, I guess? That's what they do in movies for... evidence.

[A bunch of crushed tomatoes in a bag.]

[neverheardofhim]

[He opened his mouth, about to question what the hell a movie was, but instead closed it. Another time.]

Right. Mind finding me one of those? [In the meantime, it'd be best if he washed off his hands.]

[uncouthhatcher]

No problem!

[... And he will put both the tomatoes and the bowl inside the ziplock bag. Maybe the can in another?? He is being so fucking Professional here, he feels like a Real Cop who is also making waffles at a crime scene.]

[neverheardofhim]

[You're Varric's hero, Gold]

[Once everything was bagged up, Varric grabbed them both. He clutched them in his hands and... attempted to focus. Focus is good right now.]

Thanks, kid.

[uncouthhatcher]

[He's here for you, dude.]

Yup! Just doin' my part here, no biggie.