THIRD INVESTIGATION

[whimsicalism]

INVESTIGATION

By Friday morning, some of Ira Academy's best and brightest are likely feeling the effects of a few days' hunger. For a few, tensions have probably heightened, or sleeping to while away the time has become either easier or harder. Probably no one is even pretending to pay attention to classes any longer.

The sinister pattern of the past few weeks has also been difficult to ignore. Even with an indefinite deadline on the motive this week, Friday likely arrives with as sense of sick anticipation. It's time for students to wake up - or at least leave another sleepless night behind - and come see what the weekend has in store.

But as you step out of your room this Friday morning, however, you may notice that something is off right away, even if sleep or hunger or both are making you bleary. You might not want to leave the hallway outside of the dorm rooms right away and instead convene with the other students before moving on to any other locations.

What could possibly be waiting for you?

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[whimsicalism]

[Jeanne, I hope you're not barefoot again. I hope you like red paint on your feet if you are.

As for you, Sonic...

Maybe there's other places in the Academy that have something wrong.]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Right, right.

Another sniff of the air as he goes to reception. What's the next biggest smell?]

[whimsicalism]

[No. You might want to hold those questions for a bit, though.]

[whimsicalism]

[There's some really stinky smoke in here but no food or a body.]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

I...I know.

[He doesn't want to say it either.]

I-I haven't gotten any scent of blood yet, so...I think we just...need to search, right now.

[whimsicalism]

[Some really stinky smoke, actually... but there is a trail of blood leading towards the playground.]

[cellpreservation]

[Well that's bad.

I assume oocly the actual investigation of the stinky smoke will have to come after the body is discovered so I might just leave him here because he's not going to??? leave a kitchen with smoke????? without trying to deal with it???????]

[holyironmade]

[School uniform means school uniform shoes!

.......................................we gotta not walk around because of al this paint. How is it even impossible to not step in the paint? Is it taking up multiple square feet on the ground...?????????? It's definitely not blood??? ?????? ?????]

[canreallymove]

[Nod. Then, a pause.]

One sec.

[He quick hops back into his room and grabs Nicole]

She's...she's not here, but the computer's...you know. Still got a note program.

[Awkwardly taps in the info about the paint.]

[whimsicalism]

[Go get your laundry done, Dewey.]

[shinedsobright]

[Welp, looks like Fret stepped in yellow paint.]

Oh neat, what fresh hell do we get today?

[This is definitely a sign of bad things to come. And he's grouchy from starving. Let's get this over with. The obvious choice to investigate is the art room.]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[...crap

Running to the playground without a second thought, then, because not good not good not good-]

Oh my dog oh my dog oh my dog-

[whimsicalism]

[The art room is clear.]

[shinedsobright]

[Fascinating. Then he will fulfil his true goal of finding whatever paint remover is in here because fuck you killer, his nice shoes are white >:( ]

[canreallymove]

WAIT!

[RUNNING RIGHT ALONGSIDE HIM OH THIS IS BAD THIS IS BAD-]

[whimsicalism]

[The trail and smell of blood is faint but as soon as you open the door it's clear someone is laying face up on the playground just outside the door.

With his throat slit it'll be hard for him to make any noise anymore, even to yellywag. Valmont is dead.]

[canreallymove]

...

....................


[He just. Drops to his knees. He...he...

He simply closes his eyes and shakes his head. He can't even be surprised this time. Not with starvation hanging over their heads.]

Dangit all.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[When he first sees, Dylan immediately recoils. He didn't like the other boy, but...this is...

He takes a step forward. He wants to try and take a pulse, but he knows it's too late. Far, far too late.

He knew it had to happen, but...doesn't make it feel better.]

[lets_dewey_it]

<sub>[He gets a bit antsy as he also wipes his flippers off so he didn't keep trailing paint.

Maybe while his laundry's being done, he'll go to the Library.]</sub>

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[A paw is placed on his shoulder. It tries to be comforting, despite the paint now wetting both their furs.]

I...I'm sorry.

[canreallymove]

[He just covers his eyes.]

It's not-it's not your fault, man.

I just need a minute or...or somethin'. Then we can.........

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Okay.

[He'll stay with Sonic for however long that takes. This...doesn't seem like a good moment to be alone. Best to support where he can.]

[whimsicalism]

[The speakers come on, with the sheep signing frantically.]

Congratulations! Valmont is dead! [Father sighs.] I'm not saying his title. It fits for him but still! I have dignity! Go gather clues and then you can celebrate.

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat hears the announcement from her room. She makes a whiny noise and covers her yes with her wings. She doesn't want to help investigate. Not while she's so hungry...]

[panglici]

You have dignity? So did he, once, you blistered prick.

[Yep. Yelling at the ceiling. It is that kind of day, but her heart's barely in it this time. More important is that Jeanne isn't going to be taking this well....]