mcmurder | week 1 — investigation

The ticking of the grandfather clocks in each house draws louder and louder — soon, the ticking turns into a defining gong. Characters are stricken from their beds with the noise, allowing them to venture out.

Despite the frantic nature of getting out of their homes, upon exit out into the Abode, they'll see something unlike their arrival — the celebration seems to be over. Ribbons and streamers ripped from the lamposts, oversized candies were pushed into the river, wrapped presents were smashed and torn astray.

It looks like someone was not having a good unbirthday?

Shall you explore?

NOTE: Anyone in the House of Clubs (Foxes and Butterflies) and House of Spades (Snakes and Sheep), please do not reply to anything immediately. You have presents.

Welcome to the Investigation Log! To streamline things, I am listing locations and a cap of investigation slots. Please choose only one for now! I'll announce on Plurk if we need people in other areas. For the sake of setting — please have characters enter without getting too far into a building.

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[That's a dead body.

That's a dead body with a chopped-off head oh god Sheba feels like she's going to be sick.

She stumbles forward a few steps, but she doesn't recognize the hair the same way that Ursula might, so her reaction is a lot more muted than it would otherwise be.]

That's...

[Someone sure did die here!! Wow! that's great!]

W-we need to find who... did this.

[I regret tagging into this so much? anyway Ursula does recognize the hair (APPARENTLY YOU FUCKS) but more than that she recognizes that there's a dead body, which is why she takes a step forward to look at it so I can find out how likely I am to kill Sipp irl and so she can icly identify it. she also tries to push Sheba behind her so she can't see even though it's, uh, a bit late for that.

she drops to her knees next to the body]

How did none of us hear...?

[ BUT WAIT...

It is most definitely a darling Croix. Her head rests into a weak, loose grasp. Prompto is the first to see the morbid display — chest exposed and ribs roughed the heck up. Ursula can see a bit more since she's kneeling own — noticeably, her heart is missing. Weird!

Will you investigate the body further? ]

[ why is Prompto the first to see it? Prompto doesn't want to see it first through last. but oh my god, he's seen it and the look of horror on his face is clear as this pasty ass boy has turned all the more white.

he wants to glance towards the other ladies but can't seem to look away. he doesn't even know who the body belongs to, which... makes this all the more worse. gj for never talking to Croix, Prompto. ]

This is... this is so fucked up.

[ LIKE HELL WILL HE INVESTIGATE FIRST!!! ]

[PROMPTO YOU BIG BABY.

This group's fourteen-year-old will do it, then, coming out from behind Ursula to get a closer look at the body once she catches sight of the expression on Prompto's face. She grimaces, and has to put a hand over her stomach because it's definitely churning just at the sight, but...

They've got a job to do.

Sheba holds her breath as she tries to get closer, and she reaches for Croix's hands to see if there's anything under her nails to indicate that maybe she fought back against whoever did this to her.]

[yeah see normally this is a situation Ursula would at least attempt to try to stop a child from experiencing, but the second she fully realizes it's croix she's looking at, she freezes in place. the expression on her face is hard to dissect, what with the mask and glasses, but she slowly raises a hand to her mouth and gives out an half-aborted sob.

she can't move, just staring at Croix's head, at the heart missing...

and then she bows down low, everything obscured by her hair curtaining her face as her shoulders shake, her voice soft and broken.]

I'm sorry... I'm so sorry! Croix... Croix, please... I'm— It's my—

[she breaks off with another sob. FEEL FREE TO JUST, UH. OBSERVE AROUND HER.]

[ Nothing under her nails!

While Ursula is gay as fuck, there is an area of interest on the body. Feel free to keep looking around on her. ]

[ oh, no. Ursula knows the dead lady. that's sad. Prompto wants to console, but now he's preoccupied with watching a YOUNG KID APPROACH THE BODY AND BEGIN TO TOUCH IT. he doesn't have words for either of them right now, for once, so he focuses on playing detective for the time being. ]

Ohhhh, boy. Oh, boy. Okay. Uh.

[ inhale, exhale. he steps forward and kneels down opposite of Sheba, grimacing all the while.

let's take a look inside that big ole hole in the chest. there's no heart, but is there anything else there instead? does it look like it was extracted with surgical tools, or sloppy like someone clawed their way in? 'cause gross. ]

[...super gross, honestly. Sheba glances at Prompto as he takes his place on the other side of the body and lets Croix's hand drop (sorry Croix), then looks down at her own hands.]

...you can do this...

[She just has to stay calm.

Since Prompto's looking at her chesthole, Sheba's going to look at her neck to see how the decapitation wound looks. Does it look like it was done cleanly, or...?]

[IT'S HARD TO SEE THROUGH TEARS MAYBE GIVE HER LIKE A MINUTE TO BE USEFUL??

she at least attempts to move out of their way, still shaking]

[ While Ursula is boohoo crying, the other two take charge.

From Prompto's investigation, he can see that this was a very messy extraction. Veins are ripped, gore was cut into and pulled to the side so carelessly.

Sheba, on the other hand, can see how clean the cut is — a definitive cut that stop mid-throat. ]

[...well then]

Ah... whoever did this knew what they were doing.

[SO, ASKING BECAUSE SHEBA'S BEEN IN COMBAT LIKE... a lot... does this wound look like it was inflicted before or after death, or is it impossible to tell?]

Let's not? I don't want to think we have a professional among us...

[ coughcoughardyncough

anyway, Prompto's going to keep biting at the back of his wrist to contain the noises he wants to make from how grimey this all is. he makes note of the chest wound and instead travels more south, inspecting as he goes.

how're we looking with the lower extremities, mod-kun. anything going on re: Croix's legs or feetsies? ]

[okay she's had a good cry and... is still crying, so she's going to get up and look a little around the body. is there anything out of place in the room/close to croix? or is it just. the corpse of her dead its complicated facebook relationship]

Whoever did this... They were... [brutal? Rude? WHO KNOWS she's not finishing that sentence]

[ The wound looks like it was done while the victim was alive, maybe? Sheba can tell only a few hours had passed.

As Prompto looks downward, he'll notice that Croix's shoes are actually quite bloody! They look like they're ill-fitted for her feet, though... one slightly pulled down to her ankle.

Huh?

Ursula can see that the entrance way of the room has a few half-bloodied footprints leading inwards.

That's all for this! ]

...if there's a professional among us, there's one among us, whether we want to think that or not.

[But, hmm. Okay. She purses her lips together as she examines the wound, then slowly backs away from the body. It seems like Prompto's got the rest of the corpse examination well in hand, so she'll help Ursula do a sweep of the room.

Not that there's anything more for them to find that they haven't already!]

We should... we should probably let the others know what happened here.

week 1 — investigation

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