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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[uncouthhatcher]

[Well, third floor's where Gold loves to go anyway, let's head to the billiards room for some pool!]

[firstaid]

[The shooting range has been a place for Estelle as of late as she visits there. Anything amiss in there?]

[modernmedicine]

[Mercy will stop by the first aid room and grab a set of gloves before she makes her way down to the third floor. Maybe, for once, things are going to be okay?

Not that she really believes it, at this point.]

[matchbreaker]

[ WELL.

Elda has been studying a lot of rpg books so despite this being early in the morning she's going to the game room ]

[neverheardofhim]

[With everything having been clear on the first floor, Varric was feeling somewhat decent about the day. After a cursory look on the second, he resigned himself to the third, making for the shooting range in hopes of avoiding drinking so early in the morning.]

[Nothing bad could have happened in there, right? Please tell me those poor crossbows weren't subjected to something awful.]

[iaspis]

[Well this is probably going to go poorly.

She'll check out the bar because she wants to make sure no one harmed the poor alcohol collection. Because priorities.]

[plentyfriendly]

[She might eat later this morning. What's going on in the chem lab?]

[trustwellness]

[Something very much did happen in here.

One of the pool tables is in pretty bad shape - but perhaps more pressing are the white shards that are lying scattered around on the floor.]

[avoidcomplications]

Elda. [Morning, you weird thing you. Kira's apparently gotten mildly curious about whatever you were making him roll dice for, paging through one of said books.]

You're not going to make me play this absurd game with you again, are you?

[trustwellness]

[The shooting range is clear.]

[trustwellness]

[The shooting range is clear.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[... White shards? That's. Unusual. Also not good. What the hell.

Do they look like they came from the cue balls or something like that? He's gonna go... check it out, scowling at the pool table's battered state and having an increasing amount of dread weighing his steps.]

[neverheardofhim]

[Thank Andraste.]

[Since... a lot of people followed him upstairs, he'll relax for the time being. So long as no one is panicking, at least.]

[trustwellness]

[There are a few things amiss in the bar; any actual investigation of the area can pick up under the investigation top-levels if you like.]

[feistytrader]

[...Silver's following right behind you, buddy. Did someone break more teacups in here, or what?]

[matchbreaker]

Well, you do seem to be pretty lucky.

[ Elda said casually!! As she strides into the room, brushing past him to try and get to the little box of dice there and pull out a d20 to show what she means ]

[firstaid]

[Awesome! Until she finds out anything is amiss, she'll be in here looking in the storage room at the bullets because, why not?]

[trustwellness]

[There are a few things amiss in the chem lab; any actual investigation of the area can pick up under the investigation top-levels if you like.]

[trustwellness]

[We've got a few things amiss, all right.]

[avoidcomplications]

I always have been. Doesn't that automatically put the odds in my favor?

[matchbreaker]

Maybe, but wouldn't that be funny to see you just kick everyone else's ass!

[modernmedicine]

[Doc's right behind you, Silver.]

[avoidcomplications]

[Kira paused to consider this, glancing to the book in his hands again.]

...Not really. I don't often care to win competitions outright.

[trustwellness]

[There are entirely too many shards for that, though the billiards balls are in really bad shape too; the shards are also entirely too large for that. They seem to have been burnt by something - since you work with fire, Gold, maybe you'll recognize the pattern as having happened all in one large blast or flash, spread over a large area, as opposed to a slow, deliberate burn.

Furthermore, some of the shards look like they have black fabric wrapped around them.]

[matchbreaker]

Who doesn't like winning?

[ Elda says this with a baffled sense of amusement, yawning a little as she rolls the d20 on the table.

... She rolls a 6 ]