Sixth.

[trustharder]

Friday morning dawns in much the same way it usually does in this place: with klaxons blaring and a sense of unease settling over the Vault. As much as people put their best efforts toward trying to discourage anything from happening on Thursday nights with parties and get-togethers, Fridays really don't have a good track record around here. But initially, things actually seem rather quiet; the first and second floors are remarkably free of blood and corpses today. Unfortunately, the third floor might not have fared so well. >Explore?

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[captainobnoxious]

[Sigrun knows she can trust the detective and the doctor with the body, anyway, and the tightness won't go away no matter how much she tries to drag her thoughts into order...

So yes. Here she is, going to the restroom to splash her face. Anything immediately wrong?]

[trustharder]

[Two things are immediately wrong! The first is the item on one of the sinks and the second is what's in another sink. Which one do you want to look at first?]

[captainobnoxious]

[Wow, what a selection! Let's see what's in sink number one. With the item.]

[trustharder]

[The item is... a wrench? Yep, it's one of those heavy wrenches from the workshop. And just as important, it's got blood smeared on it.]

[captainobnoxious]

[Well, having been in the workshop so often this week, that is... yup, that is a wrench from there.

... Maybe the murder weapon, even. She is on a roll with finding them. Or having them by the trial, anyway, she'll just take that with her for now.

Okay, so, what's in the other sink?]

[trustharder]

[There are traces of blood and water in that sink so uh, you might not want to use that one to freshen up.]

[captainobnoxious]

[... Duly noted, she'll take the one beside.

Whoo. Okay. The wrench isn't cleaned off, so they probably washed wounds at the sink? Or their hands at least. Boy, you sure are all messy.

... Anything in the stalls?]

[trustharder]

[You won't get that far before you'll see a bottle on the ground. That's probably not supposed to be there.]

[captainobnoxious]

[You say that like people don't just drop bottles around places here. No one cleans up after themselves!

... What kind of bottle is it? Alcohol, something out of the vending machine, etc etc. She's gotten her fair share of them herself.]

[trustharder]

[THIS IS VERY TRUE

It looks like a medicine bottle, actually. The label says hydrogen peroxide and the mod is a tool and should have noted that it still sort of smells like that in here.

...Also there was some on the sinks LOOK I'M OFF MY A-GAME TODAY]

[captainobnoxious]

[IT'S ALRIGHT, YOU HAVE REASON TO BE, DON'T WORRY.

Soooo. She knows what this is too. It's disinfectant stuff. There isn't a part of her that this hasn't touched. Boy, she sure was successful in here!

How full is the bottle if it has anything in it at all? And is there anything that could say they used it responsibly or just straight up poured it on themselves/an item, because honestly would not put it past anyone to do the latter here.]

[trustharder]

[It's impossible to tell if it was used responsibly or not, but the bottle does have a little liquid left in it.]

[captainobnoxious]

[Then it probably wasn't used responsibly at all.

Is that all that's to be found here?]

[trustharder]

[Yep, you're good unless you have other questions!]

[captainobnoxious]

[... None that I can immediately think of, which will come to bite me in the ass no doubt. Time to take these things and get ready to throw ideas at people until one sticks.]

[trustharder]

[GOOD LUCK, SIGRUN]