Third.

[trustwellness]

This week has been difficult; between the death of Milla Maxwell and the fact that this motive seems to have hit several people far harder than the last, there's been an unmistakable tension in the air for the past several days. The week is coming to a close; it's been seven days since the last murder. If no one's moved as of this morning, time is becoming incredibly short before everyone's secrets are revealed. Either way, the morning dawns undeterred on Friday; the chimes ring out, signaling the hour, and the first and second floors seem clear. For some of you, that may be enough to ensure that you start your day normally; some of you, however, may wish to be a bit more thorough and check the third floor down, just to make sure everything really is all right. Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't. You won't know until you look. >Explore?

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[trustwellness]

[It actually does smell like alcohol! And not like the chemical scent elsewhere in the room.

...And yes, it does smell different from the other glass shards, if you were wondering.]

[trustwellness]

[There are very much just...shards of Chiyuki and also an extremely exploded head beneath the pool table; other than that, though, there are definitely flakes of that skin-toned paint everywhere, both clinging to what remains of the mannequin's body and all over the floor.]

[plentyfriendly]

[Someone dumped out all this salt, then... Phi doesn't know the condition of the body, of course, but she's hoping someone didn't get poisoned with it.]

[trustwellness]

[...Outside of the smaller...shards of Chiyuki that may have ended up over here in the blast, no there aren't.]

[modernmedicine]

[She gets it. She doesn't blame him for being upset.]

[modernmedicine]

[It's time to be morbid: can she look inside the mannequin where the head was to get a look at its insides?]

[uncouthhatcher]

[Very much so, thank you, he's gonna show his finger off to Silver and taste the alcohol.

... not that gold would know what it is exactly but does it taste good. is it a good drink. this isn't going to knock him out or anything is it.]

[trustwellness]

[A lot of it is destroyed and in pieces, but there's one thing that's pretty consistent in general - there were no insides, at least not in a traditional sense.

It's hollow, in other words.]

[trustwellness]

[...peace this is the second time that you have been in an investigation involving Shards Of Person lying around and so naturally, somebody picks up and licks the evidence oh my god-

Anyway, it's a damn good thing that drink wasn't laced with anything, isn't it? It tastes like good alcohol, probably a mixed drink of some sort, and it's not going to knock Gold out or anything. It was blue? And it was tasty.]

[modernmedicine]

[Anything inside the hollowed-out space?

If not, she's going to take a closer look at the blast site.]

[trustwellness]

[Nothing inside of it, no!

The blast space has mostly been covered by Gold and Silver; is there anything else specific that she'd be looking for?]

[avoidcomplications]

...What.

AREA CLEAR

[trustwellness]

[uncouthhatcher]

[HOW CAN I RESIST, YOU GIVE ME THE CHANCE AND I TAKE IT.

And good! He is not being knocked out, this was good, he wishes he knew how to make it so he could try to make it in Chiyuki's honor or something...

Is that all, are we good around here, is it just the body now.]

[modernmedicine]

[Not that she can think of. Is there anything about the head itself (besides being blown up) that's out of place?]

[trustwellness]

[You're good, Gold!]

[trustwellness]

[There isn't! You're good here, Mercy.]

[matchbreaker]

[ she-- ]

Chiyuki's body was a mannequin, basically. She hid it from everyone.