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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[isafraid]

[Speedwagon's probably not going to be back in this room for a while, once all this is settled. But he is here now. That's going to count for something.

Bruce is probably inspecting the body, time to look around the general area for signs of a struggle.]

[trustharder]

[Good idea, Speedwagon, and there are - ...lord, there are so many signs of a struggle in here. We are looking at a bunch of upended instruments, basically - a lot of them have been pushed aside or knocked over, some of them have been straight-up broken.]

[isafraid]

[Alright. That is... that's good. Aqua clearly didn't go down without a fight. He'd expect no less from a protector of worlds like her. It might make him feel a little better when he thinks about it.

But it doesn't.

Music rooms are usually filled to burst with instruments, it has to be pretty easy to knock a couple over, especially in a fight. What instruments were straight up broken?]

[trustharder]

[...The piano is okay outside of covered in blood, if that's what you're asking.

Most of the others seem to be randoms that were just in the general vicinity of said piano when things went down.]

[isafraid]

[OKAY if they ever need to serenade someone, they can still do that.

God what a mess. Is there anything noticeable among the strewn instruments? Could they be so lucky that someone might drop something at a crime scene?]

[trustharder]

[Unfortunately not. There does seem to have been something dropped near the piano, though, while we're checking the floor.]

[isafraid]

[Oh.

Well let's check that out then! What could this possibly be?]

[trustharder]

[It looks like one of the toolkits from first-floor storage. It's fully-stocked, though, nothing's missing from it; it's just on the floor and partially under the piano.]

[isafraid]

[...Oh. Well at least they won't have to fix the piano with it.

Is there any blood on the toolkit?]

[trustharder]

[Actually, no.]

[isafraid]

[Just checking.

Well, we... might need this. Anything's possible at this rate. Let's just spirit the toolbox away into our inventory of wonder and keep looking.

Anything else?]

[trustharder]

[Since we're over by the piano and working our way up without actually checking over the body itself, there's also an object sitting on the bench with her.]

[isafraid]

[...Well. As long as we're down here, we might as well investigate that too! Why don't we!]

[trustharder]

[Why not indeed!

...It looks like one of those devices the Kingmaker handed out at the start of these little exercises. The ones that double as room keys and also phones to annoy the crap out of him with.

This one's turned off, though.]

[isafraid]

[Oh! It's... that thing. The thing Speedwagon could use to talk to the Kingmaker. The thing that's as hard as a brick.

It... could be Aqua's? In a dress like that, there can't be many places to keep it.

...Can he switch it on?]

[trustharder]

[You can try! ...It's not turning on, though.]

[isafraid]

[Poke.

Poke, poke... poke. Nothing?

WELL! He tried his best. Can't do much more then that. Speedwagon's still about the worst person here to be dealing with this so... He'll... bring this too, in the case that someone with actual understanding of technology wants to have a look at it.]