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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Re: SAUNA

[sleepingkogoro]

[Well this may be the worst thing ever for Mouri. He leaves the room immediately, pale, and stays outside for a moment, gasping for breath. What the hell was this overkill.

Shirazu wasn't someone Mouri knew very well. Shirazu had been pretty...reserved, so to say, during the last couple weeks, and this wasn't the way Mouri would have liked to see him again.

After making sure he wasn't going to faint, Mouri returned inside. It seemed a bomb had exploded on...or inside Shirazu, but it wouldn't hurt to check: is there anything in the sauna that could be the origin of the haze?]

[trustharder]

[Actually, yes. Though depending on your chemistry, it's a bit questionable how useful it is.]

[sleepingkogoro]

[Huh. That is...actually pretty telling. Those spurts of purple haze demonstrate this is what created the haze. Now the thing is if this is what killed Shirazu.

How is Mouri expected to know that? He knows nothing about chemistry, and in the force he was in the arson department, not the bomb squad.

Like hell Mouri is going to approach the body. Sorry, Bruce, that is up to you. So the detective will now look for anything Shirazu or the culprit may have droped around]

[trustharder]

[It looks like there are a few things on the floor, actually, among all the chemical...crap that Speedwagon is trying to pick up with all the common sense a man from the 1800s is going to possess. Dear lord.

Other than that, though, there are notably pieces of glass that have been shattered, lying scattered on the floor.]