SECOND INVESTIGATION

[whimsicalism]

INVESTIGATION

After last Friday's horrific discovery, the march toward the weekend must be filled with dread for some of Ira Academy's students. This week, the Principal's tailored threats became even more personal. Tuesday's motive announcement received a more noticeable reception across several members of the student body. In most cases, this would be a blessing: Good children care about protecting their loved ones.

Now, however, it's a threat. Someone with loved ones to protect might have felt there was nothing left to lose--except, perhaps, another classmate. Despite the lack of a real sun (or, truly, any genuine weather outside at all) the morning is a gloomy, cursed one. For anyone feeling concerned about what might be waiting out there, it might be a little hard to emerge from the warm safety of bed. Others may have felt the oppressive fear on the other end of things, unable to fall into a true sleep and still wide awake come morning.

Will this Friday see a repeat of last week, gruesome and bloody early in the morning? Or has everyone chosen to wait out the danger, refusing to give in to their fears? There's only one way to find out.

Where will your weary morning legs take you today, children?

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[whimsicalism]

[About that... there's something strange near the back of the art room, close to the workshop door.]

[canreallymove]

. . .

[Yeah, he did notice something a bit...]

Uh.

[He's going to investigate.]

[spychic]

....

Sonic....?

What's that....????

[canreallymove]

Stay back, kid. Just in case.

[He brings a hand up. Again. Just in case.

Then he approaches...]

[whimsicalism]

[While there's a lot of red on the ground around the area in-between the art room and the workshop, there's not any scent of blood. No, it's obvious that it's a bright red paint.

Even though they're face down amidst the red, it's obvious that they're not sleeping. The fact that you can see their face at this angle should be a clue that there's no longer life in their gaze.

Thomasin is dead.]

[spychic]

T....THOMASIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[She has to scream again.]

[canreallymove]

...No.

[He promised to teach her how to read, he...he-]

Anya. D-don't look-

[He's not hyperventilating, he's gotta keep it together, everything has to be fine-]

G-get Edward! Or Yasu!

Hurry!

1/2

[lets_dewey_it]

What's going on?! _{[Dewey is running into the art room after hearing Anya's shriek from outside...]}

2/2

[lets_dewey_it]

_[Oh...]

N-No, Thomasin...! _{[He felt himself get sick, clutching his stomach and falling to his knees.]}

[canreallymove]

[He dryly swallows, even as he is clearly shaking.]

T-turbo, get Anya outta here...please...

[lets_dewey_it]

O-On it!

[spychic]

[Anya looks over with concern, but she ends up...just sitting on the floor as well.]

...A...Anya's sorry....

Anya was supposed to prevent this......

[lets_dewey_it]

_{[He nods in response to Sonic's request, grabbing Anya's hand and quickly escorting her out, trying his best to keep her from looking back.]}

Shhhshhh... W-We'll figure out who did it. You'll be safe. I promise.

[spychic]

Anya doesn't want just Anya to be safe, though...

Anya...Anya wants people to quit hurting people...

[She almost feels like running to a corner and burying her head in her knees, but she refrains. She's being led away.]

[lets_dewey_it]

We all do... But, that isn't something you can prevent all by yourself. _{[He opened his arms, offering a hug to her.]} ...After today, we'll work together to prevent this. Okay?

[spychic]

O...Okay.

Anya will work with Dewey to help.

[She says quietly, before hugging him.

She wants to cry, but she can't cry again....she's strong....]

[lets_dewey_it]

...Go investigate the meditation room. I'll stay here and investigate the art room. Okay?

[spychic]

[Anya pulls back...then she nods resolutely.]

Okay. Please stay safe!!

[She chirps, before bolting off]

[keyringwitness]

[Yasu is just ahead of Dewey as she skids into the room, bangs swaying back and forth as she whips her head around to find-]

Thomasin...

THOMASIN!

[Even if she wasn't one of the class's designated detectives, Yasu would be rushing to her side right away.]

She's really...

[Yasu hates it when she's right.]

[canreallymove]

. . .

We...we gotta do this again, then, right?

[His hands are practically vibrating now. It's pretty obvious he's trying very, very hard to keep it together.]

I-I...we gotta get Edward, right?

[He promised. He'd teach her to read.]

[keyringwitness]

[Yasu pulls herself together in record time, recovering from a sobbing wreck to a sniffling, but functional, mess. Wiping her tears (and momentarily revealing the baby blues under her bangs), she nods.]

Go... go do that. Let Little Brother know, too. We need to get the scene secured.

[Deep breath. In, out.]

...at least this time... we know what to expect. [Yasu had been timid during the first investigation, jumping at shadows as she waited for the curtain to open on the trial. But now, her face is set in a determined expression that Sonic hasn't seen on her before.]

[canreallymove]

. . .Yeah, I can do that.

[He slowly stands, taking a deep breath before he runs to find Edward and a sheep.]