Second.

[trustwellness]

A week's distance from the last death seems to have helped some of you, seems to have calmed things down somewhat; the presence of a new floor has helped a little in that endeavor as well – things are a little less claustrophobic, a little more open. Of course, for others things haven't been going as smoothly; between the odd dreams that you've all been experiencing and the Wordsmith's incentive, the added space may just be encouraging distance between you and your fellow Apprentices. It seems that only time will tell how things will progress from here. Friday morning comes, and with it comes the brightening of the lights throughout the University – though it seems there's something a bit wrong with the second floor in that regard. Namely, the workshop remains dark. That's probably going to be a problem. >Explore?

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[feistytrader]

...I'll get more candles.

[He'll get a bunch, in fact, and leave them and a box of matches by the door for anyone who wants to investigate. Once he's finished, he starts to look around the room with his candle; he's focusing on checking out the benches on the walls instead of the floor.

Is there anything amiss here?]

[trustwellness]

[Actually, yes - it looks like a bunch of things have been knocked off the tables.]

[feistytrader]

[...Does it look more like someone was pulling stuff out to try to get something, or like the tables were collateral damage in some kind of fight?]

[trustwellness]

[It looks more consistent with a struggle of some sort.

Interestingly enough, though, the tables don't seem to have been moved, and furthermore all of the tools are in place.]

[feistytrader]

[That's... Kind of weird. He can't imagine that someone would bother to tidy this all up- if they even could, after breaking the lights.

...

The lights. Silver's looking up and raising his candle the best he can- is all the glass from broken lights?]

[trustwellness]

[It is. It looks like someone absolutely went to town on them and smashed them all.]

[feistytrader]

[Well, damn.]

Watch your head, guys.

[...Girls. Whatever. Silver's checking the floor for something that could have smashed the lights, now; it probably wasn't the tools that are all neat and in place, and he's not enough of a sick fuck to assume someone used Christo to knock out the lights.]

[trustwellness]

[JESUS CHRIST.

That said, though, it doesn't seem like there's anything out of place like that in here.]

[feistytrader]

[Damn.

Is there anything else to investigate in here, or is it all up to Mercy from here on out?]

[trustwellness]

[Well, while you're looking at the result of everything going on with the lights and assuming that Christo was not used to smash them, I'll point this out to you as well as Mercy - there was notably no glass on the body, despite it being scattered rather liberally around the room.]

[feistytrader]

[...GOOD TO KNOW THAT HE DIDN'T GET A HANDFUL OF GLASS IN HIS GLOVES WHEN SHAKING THE DUDE]

[modernmedicine]

Thank you.

[feistytrader]

Yeah. Thanks for getting the hard part.

[How the hell do you look at bodies for that long, god damn]

[modernmedicine]

I'm glad to do it.

[Primarily so no one else has to. She's had the medical training and personal experience to handle it.]