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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Comments

[shinedsobright]

[He will go in here now, it's close enough to art]

[whimsicalism]

[First off... the water looks muddy.]

[shinedsobright]

[The entire pool is muddy, or just some muddiness concentrated in an area?]

[whimsicalism]

[It's concentrated in an area.]

[shinedsobright]

Mmrgh...

[Cool. Fret comes over to try to get a better look at that area. Is it close to the edge, or in the middle? And if he leans over, can he see what's causing the muddiness?]

[whimsicalism]

[No. Well, maybe saying that it's diffused but at one point it was concentrated in this area is more accurate.

There's also something else in this room.]

[shinedsobright]

[So it's just muddiness of something that dissolved... is there a particular color to it?]

Huh... what is this, actually?

[He'll ponder that another moment, before stepping away to check the rest of the room. Maybe that will give him an idea.]

[whimsicalism]

[Kind of reddish-brown.

Speaking of something missing... where did the towels go?]

[shinedsobright]

[yeah where DID they go!?]

Welp! Good thing I didn't jump in to check it out.

[Reddish brown... well, the art room was undisturbed, so it probably isn't clay.

He turns back to the pool, and he gets a very bad idea.]

Eh....yolo! [Fret takes a sip of the weird water!! how's it taste!!]

[whimsicalism]

[It's bitter as hell. You can just taste the bitterness. It kind of tastes like regrets.]

[shinedsobright]

[So he can't even tell anything besides the salty bitterness!?

He coughs a bit.]

Eugh, mistakes were made.

[Time to go wash his mouth out!]

[whimsicalism]

[If there was anything else to taste then that probably made it hard to tell.]