Sixth.

[trustwellness]

While the week may not have been everything that was hoped for, it hasn't been met with much tragedy, either; things have been solved, things have been found, and once again, the week has passed without interference from the executioner. Overall, it hasn't been too bad; however, that doesn't mean that things haven't been strained in some way or another – the incentive and all of the deaths you've been dealing with over the past several weeks are surely taking a toll of some sort on the group. The chimes ring out on Friday morning, as they always do; the morning is quiet, but that doesn't mean that things have been uneventful. The third floor is probably enough indication of that, actually. Don't worry, it's not like there's blood thrown around or bodies in the hallways; just the same, that doesn't mean the night passed easily for all of you. You know. In case you were feeling hopeful. >Explore?

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[elepe]

[...after last week, it may be best to take no chances. Looking to everyone in here other than Jasper--who she assumes will be occupied with the body.]

We should...probably sweep the building. We don't know if this is going to end like last week.

[...in any case, she needs to get out of here--she's gonna check the Dojo. How are we looking here?]

[tsugomori]

It's possible. We should look into it, shouldn't we?

[iaspis]

[Nope, Jasper's going to storm out because she can't really handle this.

She's going to head for the art room, and assuming that's not a den of murder too stay there until the trial.]

[matchbreaker]

... You do that. I'm going to stay here.

[ . . . You know, unless Hanyuu leaves. In which case she'll follow her ]

[oyashiromama]

[She stiffens, though she doesn't turn.]

I said... I said I'd keep her safe...!

[trustwellness]

[The art room is thankfully not a den of murder! The fifth floor is actually fine.]

[matchbreaker]

[ God that hurt to hear

Elda doesn't turn to comfort her friend after a glance back to see Silver was there, but she does pointedly head towards the body herself. The implication is sort of obvious from her body language: Elda intends to do her best to examine the body so Hanyuu doesn't get at all tempted to think she has to. ]

[matchbreaker]

[ Phew, a spider would have made this weird.

Or a kidney.

A kidney on the ceiling ]

[feistytrader]

[...Well, if she's not going to turn around, he'll just have to give her a hug like this anyway. He's not good at words, but he can do this much.

Although it's not long before he ends up using his words anyway.]

...Where's the announcement?

[trustwellness]

[The dojo is fine! As is the fourth floor, actually.]

[feistytrader]

[...Well, after comforting Hanyuu, he's gonna head down to the greenhouse.]

[tsugomori]

Alright.

[ off he goes! ]

[trustwellness]

[The greenhouse is clear.]

[oyashiromama]

Don't. [...Her voice cracks, but-] I... I'm going to.

[She's still so not okay but there's a fiery determination underneath it all.]

Please. Let me.

[feistytrader]

[...What about the new library?]

[trustwellness]

[Likewise clear.]

[matchbreaker]

No, why should I?

[ Elda's not particularly big, so she can't exactly do much to block the other woman from getting close, but. ]

[tsugomori]

[ How about the chapel? If he heads down there... ]

[oyashiromama]

[A hug from behind. She leans into it and reaches up to tightly hug his arms. She can tell who it is, and- well, she's relieved, at least, that he's not dead too.

...But...]

There's probably...

[...probably another.]

[feistytrader]

[...Then the only thing left on this floor (besides the bathroom) is the chapel, right?

Did someone get sacrilegious as fuck in the chapel?]

[oyashiromama]

[There's tears running down her face, but as she steps forward, she says, forcefully:] Because this time, when someone I'm taking care of dies, I won't stand by idly. This is- this is my- ...no, this is what I want to do!

[matchbreaker]

[ Elda's not crying. She didn't love Vanille particularly much - but she does love Hanyuu, and she turns to face the woman with swimming eyes of her own finally. And more gently than Elda should be under the circumstances, she reaches out to hold one of the Hanyuu's hands and asks, somewhat out of character, ]

Are you sure?

[ It's a little bit patronizing of her to ask twice, she knows, but still. She feels she has to. ]

[trustwellness]

[Did they ever.

It looks like there's a person lying on that raised area at the front of the room, along with a good amount of blood spilled on the ground around them, emanating from the area around the person's neck.]

[trustwellness]

[Well, uh.]

[feistytrader]

[...The temptation to leave the room is high, but he quickly shakes his head and quickly steps forward to get a better look at this person's face... If it's not like, drenched in blood.

THANKFULLY HE HAS SHOES, HE WILL NOT BE STEPPING IN BLOOD WITH HIS BARE FEET LIKE SOME KIND OF BARBARIAN.]