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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[iaspis]

[Time to see if the bar is destroyed.]

[trustwellness]

[...Well, it's not destroyed, but it looks like someone is already in here when you arrive, sitting at one of the tables.]

[iaspis]

[....Yeah that's not a good sign. Are they dead? They're probably dead.

She's going to approach cautiously.]

...Hello?

[Who is it?]

[trustwellness]

[Someone who isn't going to respond to anything that's being said, apparently - the person doesn't stir at all at Jasper's approach, nor do they make any noise that indicates that the greeting was heard.

They're bent forward over the table with their head down, almost as though asleep; were it not for the rules in place about that sort of thing, that might be a safe assumption at first. The positioning doesn't look terribly comfortable, granted, but who knows when it comes to people's sleep habits.

However, it'll become obvious very fast that the even, steady rise and fall of breathing that should be present in someone that's merely asleep isn't happening; the way her hair is lying around her face doesn't seem to be agitating her any, and the trace amounts of blood around her mouth paint a much darker picture.

The hair is more than a bit distinctive, though, even if it's sort of in her face - it's a bright, vibrant color, one that's recognizable to all of you around here.

The conclusion is unpleasant, but inevitable.

Vanille Dia Oerba is dead.]

[iaspis]

[No.

No.

It can't be, they had just discussed...]

Vanille! Vanille, wake up!

[elepe]

[Well, Lusamine was just checking around the floor when she hears Jasper calling out, and she promptly runs into the bar to see--]

Oh, Tapus no--

[WELP. BETTER CALL OUT TO THE HALL.]

It's Vanille! Someone killed Vanille!

[matchbreaker]

[ What the hell is that shouting? Book under her arm, Elda makes her way to the bar to follow the noise and-

... Oh.

Well. ]

Is she dead?

[ Her voice is sort of surprisingly even, but she's also dropping her book and gliding over to the body ]

[tsugomori]

She is.

[ ... ]

... Miss Marker, it's been rather quiet, don't you think?

[ Usually there is the announcement by now. ]

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . It's true. ]

... Is there a second one, again?

[tsugomori]

[ ... Well, he does eventually cross his way out of the game room, and -- Jasper's voice does not lend to being quiet when yelling for obvious reasons.

It's never really what he expected. It's unfortunate someone gave into the motive, once again. ]

[oyashiromama]

[Hanyuu woke up this morning, and Vanille wasn't there.

She tore through the building, calling her name.

The sound of Japser's screams...

She stands in the doorway, trembling, a hand at her mouth.]

No... No, how could I...?!

[feistytrader]

[Silver peeks in behind Hanyuu; he doesn't really want to get too close, but... She looks like she just fell asleep. But that's not the case, is it?

A single hand goes on Hanyuu's shoulder, but he doesn't move otherwise.]

[oyashiromama]

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

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

[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. ]

[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.

[trustwellness]

[...Here's a question, now that so many of you are congregated in here.

Are you all staying here?]

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . IS SOMETHING ON THE FUCKING CEILING?

Also yes she's staying here until something else happens to prompt otherwise ]

[trustwellness]

[Don't worry, the ceiling is fine.]

[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?]

[trustwellness]

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

[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.]

[trustwellness]

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

[feistytrader]

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

[trustwellness]

[The greenhouse is clear.]

[tsugomori]

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