Seventh.

[trustharder]

The klaxons blare out bright and early Friday morning – granted, given the lack of windows in this place, it probably just feels early. Once again, things are quiet on the lower floors – the first-floor hallway isn't covered in blood, there aren't any bodies lying around, and things seem fairly normal to those just leaving their dorms. Of course, that doesn't mean that nothing is wrong; seven weeks in this place have probably taught everyone at least that much. Overall, though, things seem pretty sane until you get to the higher floors – where there are traces of blood on the fifth, in the general direction of the locker room between the saunas. >Explore?

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[cherryblooded]

[Cherryblod knows not to expect a Friday where no one dies. He goes up the stairs first thing - second floor's fine, third floor's fine, etc. - until he reaches the floor with the sauna and the visible blood.

He knew it. He's not surprised by that anymore, and he can only hope it's not someone he knows well.

He heads to the locker room.]

[trustharder]

[And upon arriving there, there are traces of smoke detectable in there - not like there's an active fire burning, but it's pretty obvious something happened in the direction of the men's sauna.]

[cherryblooded]

[That's weird, and definitely something he picks up on.

Nothing to do but enter the men's sauna.]

[isafraid]

[why can't the sauna ever have nice things?

Speedwagon's right behind ya, cherry]

[amygdalae]

[FOLLOWING BEHIND TOO...

Time to brace ourselves, more or less.]

[goodforsomething]

[Shit, is something on fire? It - plus being near the saunas - reminds him uncomfortably of his conversation with Lynne the first week.

Better go check this out, team.]

[captainobnoxious]

[Following!! Why is always the men's. There's some sexism up in here, man, taint the women's too.]

[trustharder]

[There's a definite undertone of smoke in this room as well - it seems to have settled in a light haze in here, and said smoky haze is...weirdly purple?

As strange though that is, though, it isn't dense enough to obscure the fact that there's a person lying in here.

...

Most of a person, anyway.]

[cherryblooded]

[Well. Okay. That sure is something that's going on here.

Are they recognizable?]

[trustharder]

[The person in here is lying on their back, a large amount of their abdomen looking like it was caught in an explosion of some kind; the purple smoke is accompanied, then, by the rather unpleasant scent of charring and blood. However, most of the damage seems to be centralized and as such their face is both intact and familiar, with wide-set eyes and pointed teeth under short, light-colored hair.

There's no denying it, given the immediately visible injuries alone.

Ginshi Shirazu is dead.]

[cherryblooded]

[Cherryblod kneels by Shirazu's corpse. He doesn't have much to say, but it still needs saying.]

I'm sorry. We'll find who did this to you.

[...that said, he's listening for the body announcement with a bit too much anxiety.]

[goodforsomething]

Holy Moses.

[Stan's holding a handkerchief over his own mouth and nose, and has another to offer Cherryblod silently. Maybe best not to breathe in the purple shit.]

[cherryblooded]

[Ah - thanks. He accepts the handkerchief and holds it over his face.

It sure would not be fun to be poisoned again.]

[amygdalae]

[...another person dead. After all they've lost, after all that's happened, and still--

He stares at Shizaru's body for a moment, and then turns his gaze up to wait for the announcement too. He holds his breath, despite himself.]

[isafraid]

[Speedwagon opens his mouth to scream.

And then promptly gags. Gods that smell...]

This... Oh my god!

[notjustawriter]

Jesus Christ....

[captainobnoxious]

[Charred remains are never pleasant to smell, but it's at least one thing Sigrun can say she's used to.

... It really sucks to realize that since the first time they found a body, there's no reason to clear a lot of people out. Did the kid eat a bomb or something? Gods.

(No matter how trustworthy you think you are, there will always be people who believe they can't rely on you. You can't reach everyone.

Sigrun really, really hates him being right.)]

[pokexplorer]

[After hearing the announcement, Colress appears at the scene where the most people seem to be gathered to have a look at what they're dealing with. (Obviously, something that no one wants to deal with, and yet every Friday...)

He has his labcoat obscuring his mouth as he enters, and just...momentarily stares at what he discovers.]

This is...awful.

[Obvious statement of course, but...how the heck was this even pulled off? That's what gets him.

Well...better get to investigating.]

[sleepingkogoro]

What happened here?!

[This is completely unnatural. Mouri puts a handkerchief against his face, just in case, and approaches the...'most of a person']

[captainobnoxious]

[-- Oh that would be smart, don't mind if she just. Her jacket does a thing like this too.]

Looks like a smoke signal gone wrong.

[captainobnoxious]

[... Weirdly purple smoke.

Alright, so. Who is... mostly there.]

[isafraid]

Gaah!

[WHO IS IT?!]

[amygdalae]

[Purple smoke what even--

Bruce doubles back at least to ensure that the door is left open - don't want to risk any toxic fumes - then returns to... well. See if this 'most of a person' is recognizable by any means.]

[notjustawriter]

[Jesus, this isn't good....

What's with this smoke?]