Fifth.

[trustharder]

The klaxons blare out early on Friday morning, as always. Depending on how late you were out at the party last night, they might not be very welcome, but at least it seems the Kingmaker isn't having any difficulties with them today. The Vault's setup has always been a bit unfortunate on Fridays – the fact that the view from the dorms is a straight shot down the corridor tends to make it completely and immediately obvious when something is wrong. It isn't blood this time; there are no large crimson stains splashed around the hallway or leading outward from one of the rooms. What is there, however, is a person lying on the floor near the stairwell. That doesn't bode well, does it. >Explore?

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[trustharder]

[In fairness, it's closer to the door and most people don't immediately look behind them when faced with a dead girl on the floor.

The bottle is empty, though; judging from the label, it looks like it contained bleach at one point.]

[isafraid]

[Not unless you're about to get MURDER-No, that's sounds about right. Lynne was a very attention-grabbing corpse.

Seems like lugging this evidence around won't be too difficult. He eyes the label suspiciously.]

"Bleach", eh...?

[He... doesn't know what that is. Is there anything else of note lying around?]

[trustharder]

[...God...God bless you, Speedwagon, you tried.

There isn't anything else out-of-place, though! ...Other than the dead girl.]

[isafraid]

[Did you know bleach was only commercially available by the 1930s? The more you know!

Well, the sauna is as sparse as it's always been... except for Lynne of course. speaking of, he should probably so and... show Sigrun this...]