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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[cherryblooded]

[Cherryblod's not the type to sleep in, so as always, he gets up with the klaxons, looking forward to a brand new day-

...Well, that certainly is a thing.

The only proper response is to follow the trail of blood, as much as Cherryblod would rather not.]

[isafraid]

[It was a normal day in the vault, like the few others.

Except when Speedwagon laid eyes on that bloody mess, he immediately knew something was wrong.

There's a trail? Does he want to know where it leads?]

FROM THE HALLWAY...

[amygdalae]

[Jesus Christ what even--

Not that Bruce isn't used to blood, but still.

Alright let's see. Following that blood trail now. Where does it lead him?]

[notjustawriter]

[That's just not good at all.

He'll do the only thing he can do, follow that blood.]

[trustharder]

[It seems to be going toward the dining hall.

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

[trustharder]

[Well...]

[trustharder]

[About that.]

[wokeupdead]

[FOLLOWING WITH HIM. BECAUSE THIS IS BULLSHIT.]

[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?]

[sleepingkogoro]

[As soon as Mouri steps out of the room, yawning widely, he sees the fucklot of blood. His instincts kick in.

As soon as anyone opens the door Mouri is going to shout at them]

Don't move! Enough people have gone through already. We can't afford everyone to crowd around somebody who is potentially hurt.

[He uses 'hurt' because that sounds less grave, but he doesn't have hopes this is a mere wound.

Mouri starts to follow the trail, soon getting to the hallway where the common areas are. Where does the trail lead into?]

[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.]

[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?]

[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.]

[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.]

[wokeupdead]

Nobody touch anything!

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

[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.]

[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]

[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]

[happysweets]

[ Sorry, Misa's sticking with you guys, practically clutching at Lynne's coat. The sight of this huge mess, and the blood...

She's already shaking. She doesn't want it to mean what she thinks it means. ]

[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?]

[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]