Third.

[trustharder]

There's tension in the air come Friday morning; the time limit posed by the Kingmaker isn't quite up yet, but as the deadline draws closer, the more anxious several Survivors have been about it. The first floor seems largely fine today; at the very least, there are no signs of a scuffle or a body lying around. It might be good to make sure that the upper floors have fared so well. After all, Fridays haven't had the best track record around here. >Explore?

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[cherryblooded]

[Everything seems fine, but Cherryblod can't help his nerves in him when he rises on Friday. He should get some food in him, but... Maybe it wouldn't hurt to do a basic sweep of the vault, first. Just in case.

Anything immediately obvious on the second floor?]

[captainobnoxious]

[Sigrun's all for checking out the third floor, really, particularly the music room because she'd like to get her morning jam with the lyre in. The proposed incentive of kill or be killed isn't even the first thing on her mind this morning.]

[garudynamic]

[Yosuke had gone through the night half expecting the Kingmaker himself to come into his room and kill him. Cuz it didn't seem like anyone else was gonna give into the incentive.

There's still time though, and he can't help a thread of hope when he makes his way upstairs before breakfast, meaning to do some laundry in the GOOD machines]

[notjustawriter]

[Heading up to the third floor today. If there's anything immediately off, he'll stop, otherwise it's off to the game room.]

[trustharder]

[Given that the art room is immediately visible from the stairs...there's something pretty amiss in there, actually.]

[isafraid]

[what's to be expected this morning? We just don't know.

Nervously, Speedwagon was heading up to the third floor to check out the game room]

[trustharder]

[Music room is clear!]

[cherryblooded]

[Well then.

He heads to the art room.

What kind of amiss are we talking about?]

[captainobnoxious]

[Good, she's going to stay here and play. Come get her if you need her.]

[trustharder]

[Well, there's no body in here at least - some stuff's kind of off, but not, like...cadaver-off. Success?]

[trustharder]

[Congratulations on your lack of a corpse! ...Some stuff's not altogether right in here, but at least you have not stumbled upon more trauma.]

[garudynamic]

[Thank god cuz if Yoosk fell in blood two murders in a row he'D be upset. SOMETHING IS OFF TO LOOK AT IN THE OTHER THREAD, WILL HOLD OFF ACCIDENTALLY WASHING EVIDENCE FOR NOW]

[trustharder]

[Well, uh...yay?]

[prismbloom]

[ Someone's had the same idea. Aqua catches up with him, entering at the same time as he does. ]

[trustharder]

[An obvious sign of a fight, for starters.

Notably, there isn't a body in the art room itself, but something very clearly went down in here.]

[isafraid]

[And at the end of the day, isn't that the best they can ask for?]

[sleepingkogoro]

[Headache. Again. Like in the past week.

That is why Mouri's first stop is the First Aid room in the second floor]

[cherryblooded]

[That's bad. Definitely bad.

The nearest place a body could be, if we have a body which we might not, would be art storage. So he goes to check that out.]

[trustharder]

[Go get your aspirin, Mouri, that room's good.]

[ignorantly]

[ Shirazu barely slept because of the incentive. He doesn't feel like eating breakfast, so he decides to head to the sewing room. ]

[trustharder]

[Hope springs eternal, doesn't it. Unfortunately, those hopes aren't going to last long today, it seems.

The metal shelving units are thick and sturdy in the art storage room – a fact which is both fortunate and tragically unfortunate, given what they're supporting today. A length of rope hangs down from the upper shelves, the end of it knotted into a noose wrapped around something.

Namely, the neck of one of the smaller Survivors.]

[cherryblooded]

[...Well isn't that a pleasant sight.

Who is it?]

[trustharder]

[You're good for now, Shirazu.]

[trustharder]

[Green hair is spilling downward into the person's face as her body hangs lifelessly, supported by the rope around her neck; her eyes are thankfully closed, but she wouldn't be seeing anything even if she weren't.

She doesn't move, she doesn't breathe. She just hangs there. Gone.

Mion Sonozaki is dead.]

[prismbloom]

[ And Aqua comes in just as--

Oh. Oh god. ]

Mion....