FOURTH INVESTIGATION

[whimsicalism]

INVESTIGATION

Good morning!

...Except it really isn't a good morning for the students at Ira Academy, after all. The deadline prescribed in this week's motive came just as quickly as the one's before it. It might be difficult to repel the sinking sense of dread that bleeds into Friday's early hours. That secret written on a slip of paper might even feel heavier for some. Perhaps it's Father's hate-filled words instead: I’m getting a little antsy about your performance. Do something to spice things up, won’t you? By now, is a grisly discovery every Friday morning a guarantee?

Though you're surely awake at the same time as usual--if you slept at all--there's a certain gloomier, late-year feeling to the artificial light keeping the Academy illuminated and providing the illusion of a complete world outside. There are no real seasons to speak of in this part of Closetland; one step into the playground proves that easily enough. And yet, as you emerge from your rooms, free to go wherever you wish today, it's hard to deny it. You've been enrolled here for quite a while, and time has passed.

Will autumn come and go before you get out of here?

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Comments

[temmapathy]

[Emma grabs her uniform and her spare clothes, but pauses, throwing them over her shoulder to sign.]

Won't they get mixed up with each other if we throw them all in like that?

[copycut]

Well, people could help me out by bringing their own hampers.

[temmapathy]

Sure, I can do that. [Emma runs off, eventually coming back with her own hamper dragging behind her, with both her clothes and her baggie of evidence inside.]

Good enough?