First.

[trustharder]

Friday dawns much like the rest of the week before it – that is to say, obnoxiously. The klaxons are as loud as ever first thing in the morning, and anyone wandering out into the main corridor will be pleased to know that- ...Oh. It's a straight shot down the hallway, meaning that everyone's line of sight is likely to be immediately drawn to the unholy mess going on past the threshold leading to the dorms. There's some hints that someone may have been busy out here last night – for one thing, there's a chair lying on the ground for god only knows what reason. That's obviously not supposed to be there. Come on, guys, clean up after yourselves. Of course, there's also a fucklot of blood. That's probably important. It seems concentrated on the far end of the hallway, closer to the elevator than the dorms. There's also a large trail of it leading somewhere. That's probably also important. Despite everyone's best efforts to keep themselves busy and optimistic about escape, looks like somebody got restless last night. >Explore?

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[trustharder]

[It seems to be going toward the dining hall.

There's a good amount of blood leading you there, don't worry.]

[cherryblooded]

[At least he's not going to get lost on the way. That's... that's something.

Well, what's in the dining hall?]

[trustharder]

[A good indication that something definitely happened in here, that's what.

The dining hall is a mess of blood and upended chairs, all centered around one area in particular; it's not particularly difficult to see why, if one takes the time to pull their eyes away from the general chaos and focus on the fact that there's something else on the floor.

Well. Not something. Someone.]

[wokeupdead]

Nobody touch anything!

[Well. Someone got serious. Who is the body]

[trustharder]

[It looks like someone had a rough night.

There are slash marks and bruises all over the body; the most immediately noticeable thing, however, is the shock of hair haloing the person's head where they're lying on the ground – it's all different shades of pink and blonde and black, and maybe some faint traces of red staining the lighter portions of it.

Zagi is dead.]

[isafraid]

[Speedwagon gasps and stutters for a moment, then raises his voice]

N-no! It can't be!

[Everything's officially gone from bad to worse]

[notjustawriter]

Je-- Jesus Christ!

[wokeupdead]

>[NO. NOT HER FRIEND... Lynne looks absolutely horrified for a few good seconds. But nothing will get done with her standing around in shock.

But of all people.

She runs forward to check for a pulse. No matter how slim the chance.]

[prismbloom]

[ It doesn't feel real. She'd just... he'd just been with her last night-- ]

Zagi!

[amygdalae]

[Oh god.

Oh jesus christ--]

Shit. [Bruce mutters to himself.

It would be foolish to presume that this wasn't entirely unavoidable, but still...

He really had been trying to hold out for the best. For everyone else, rather than himself.

Shit.]

[happysweets]

N-no! Zagi, no!

[ Her worst fears confirmed, tears are already starting to form at her eyes. It's so horrifying, and the knife wounds...

The sight of it makes her dizzy. She doesn't faint, but, she looks like she's just about to. What could have happened here? ]

Did...did one of us really do this?

[ratingspoint]

[...Oh.

Mettaton is with the others when it comes to wanting to know what all the commotion is; he seems unfazed by all the blood, maybe because the implications are taking a moment to sink in, and when he sees the state of the dining room his first thought is legitimately "well, how dead can he be, the body is right there-"

And then everything clicks, and his gloved hand is toying with that necklace he's still wearing, and his expression has gone kind of strange. Still sort of smirking a bit, because what the actual fuck should he be doing with his face at this, and he tips his head a bit before simply heel-turning and walking out, calling over his shoulder as he goes.

There's a laugh in his tone; it's very, very dry, because wow, what a goddamn way to start the day.]

Nice job failing Step One, ladies and gentlemen!

[bloodisthicker]

...someone couldn't even wait a whole week, could they.

[Tarrlok's tone is low and dangerous, and he's now scanning the other survivors. He... doesn't actually seem sad, but angry? Oh man, yeah...]

[cherryblooded]

[........

Cherryblod freezes for a good few moments, then kneels beside the body- Zagi.

His voice is soft, but since everybody is crowding around anyway, it's probably fairly easy to pick up.]

I won't wish you peace in the next world, since I think you'd find that boring. I hope you find it challenging instead.

Goodbye.

[spearheaded]

[ here's pearl. here's pearl screaming a little inside. but she's going to run to obscure seeing the body with her arm, a stern look on her face. ]

Everyone should go back to their rooms. We can't let anyone else see him— see him in this state.

[ it was gruesome, disrespectful. like a discarded book, maybe. ]

[notjustawriter]

[Christ, this isn't good.

Who is it?]

[amygdalae]

Jesus--

[AND BRUCE IS GOING STRAIGHT TO THE BODY.

Who is it?]

[cherryblooded]

[Look, the blood and chairs can wait, Cherryblod's going to immediately hone in on that person on the floor and approach.

If he's very lucky, then maybe there's time left, but-

That was a lot of blood, so even his optimism is failing him.]

[sleepingkogoro]

[After warning those who were opening the doors not to come yet, Mouri approaches. There are already some people around a body.

May as well wait from the entrance to hear who it is]

[garudynamic]

[he peeks out from his room at all the chaos, following behind, assuming it's another bit of silliness.

Oh. Oh it's not. At all]

[captainobnoxious]

[Looks like they've got a party going on. Sigrun's familiar with blood, so all she is is a little disappointed in whatever's happened and while there's a hope it's not what she thinks it is she's a more realistic person than that.

Someone got fucked up. Who is it?]

[isafraid]

[Guess who's tagging along with you all? Iiiiit's probably not the most helpful guy for this job.

Bu let's see what's going on in the dining hall, shall we?]

[pokexplorer]

[Colress isn't too far behind, having come out of his room to see a small gathering of people heading down the hall...

And...the blood. Welp.

He'll just carefully step around as he follows.]

[amygdalae]

[YEP, FOLLOWING ALONGSIDE AS WELL.]

This is a lot of blood.

[KIND OF OBVIOUS, YES, BUT... YEAH.

Let's head to the dining hall, guys.]

[bloodisthicker]

[...he sees the chair and he has to wonder about Wednesday. Of course, that's offset by the adrenaline of are you fucking kidding me.

ALL RIGHT WHAT SHITSHOW AWAITS IN THE DINING ROOM]