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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[isafraid]

[Yes. Weird.

Speedwagon gets the awful feeling that this might be important.]

[sleepingkogoro]

[Boy is Mouri a top detective, he is noticing all this stuff and without even doing any effort! It's like the evidence is raining from the sky.

Or popping from the ground, whatever simile works best.

Check that, Mouri!]

[ignorantly]

Yeah.

[ ... ]

...I think I'll go grab something from the kitchen. I need some energy before the trial begins.

[trustharder]

[God, he is just on fire today, isn't he.

The edges of it are dark enough to get a good idea of exactly how much blood was spilled in here - and judging by the diameter, the answer is (to put it in very scientific terms) a fucklot.

There was previously a really good-sized puddle of blood in here.]

[trustharder]

[Her hands look pretty clean, actually! She doesn't seem bruised there, and there isn't anything like skin or noticeable fibers snagged under her nails.]

[wokeupdead]

[Good thing the murderer had a towelblanket then.

Lynne is here now and checking it out. Is there only pools or anything on the walls or furniture around as well?]

Looks like everything must have happened in here, huh.

[amygdalae]

[Well then, more reason to suspect that she didn't have a chance to fight back when the final blow was dealt...? Perhaps.

And since Mouri and Lynne are now busy with the room itself, Bruce will actually examine the wound on her thigh. Exactly how big is the stab wound? And was the wound itself... well. Was it wiped clean (or licked clean in case of another surprise vampire...), or are there still traces of her having bled out to death?]

[trustharder]

[Nothing on the walls or furniture, actually! Though there are sinks against the walls - you know, for cleaning your supplies off and stuff? You might want to go check that out really quick, just to be sure.]

[sleepingkogoro]

Indeed! We can be sure this is the exact spot where Sonozaki-san died.

It can't have been easy to bring the body to the storage to hang it from the shelves. It must have needed a certain dose of strength, especially if there are no drag marks around.

[But enough about blood, ew. Is there any object that doesn't seem to belong in the Art Room or its storage?]

[wokeupdead]

[Okay, yeah that seems like it should definitely be checked out.

What's in the sink?]

[trustharder]

[It looks like water was running here recently; there's still some pooled in the basin.

It also looks like it was tinged pretty darkly. There was blood here.]

[trustharder]

[No, actually - everything seems to be in place! You're done here.]

AREA CLEAR

[trustharder]

[wokeupdead]

[Well. Looks like we found where the murderer cleaned up. Too bad the murder weapon is missing as well.]

[trustharder]

[The injury itself looks like it was cleaned up; furthermore, while the stab wound is a good size, it isn't messy at all - one hit, nothing jagged or torn-up.]

[amygdalae]

[A clean strike, and the wound itself was cleaned - certainly something to note.

Bruce is pretty sure he's managed to get everything that is needed, but he'll do one final sweep across Mion's body to be sure of that. Any final things to note?]

[trustharder]

[Actually, yes - the device serving as her room key isn't anywhere on her body. Nothing to indicate that it's in her pockets or anything.]

[amygdalae]

[Ah... that's certainly something to take note of.

And since he's at it, he'll check the rest of her clothes too. Is there anything at all in her pockets, or are they all empty.]

[trustharder]

[Nothing in her pockets, no! Looks like we're clear.]

[amygdalae]

[Awesome. Now time to sit in a corner and not angst too obviously.]