Third Investigation

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Two people have already died this week, but no matter how you look at it, the requirements for The Narrator to call off the motive still haven’t been met yet. And with a motive that affects so many, it’s hard to believe that no one else will die this week.

At least, when everyone wakes up today, they’ll find that there’s absolutely nothing off with the second floor.

Investigate anyway?]

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[anasty]

[ She recognizes it, but since she hasn't ever been in the chapel, she doesn't connect the two.

Time to roll the body over. Because there are no extra tracks in the shampoo, Ursula feels doubtful that Amanda's fate was an accident, so it'd probably be best to check everything. She can't help noting how slight of a thing the girl was for how much strength she seemed capable of.

Anything on her back? ]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[As Ursula turns her over (she is oddly light for her size), she should find nothing off about her back.]

[anasty]

[ As far as she's concerned, that seems to be it for the body. The room, then.

Any indication where the fuck all this mess came from? Fallen shampoo soldiers in relation to this girl's broken body? ]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[That actually isn't it for the body, but yes, there are some turned over bottles that seems to be the source of the soap.]

[anasty]

[ So does it look more like they just toppled over from force or that someone popped the tops and had themselves a foam party in here? ]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[It looks like they toppled over.]

[anasty]

[ Curiouser and curiouser. Is there anything broken over there?

Having a thought, Ursula reaches a hand down and gingerly rakes her nails through Amanda's hair, searching for any sign of a head wound. ]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Her head is fine, but...

It seems like she was crying before her death. Her face is strangely peaceful despite that, though.]

[anasty]

[ She may not have had any special fondness for the girl, but Ursula didn't harbor any sort of hate for Amanda either. The tear tracks on her face warrant a disconcerted frown. Had she seen this fate coming? Or...

Or maybe this had been from finding Thalia?

Ursula shakes her head, growling to herself. There's one more point about Amanda that doesn't make sense. If she smells like lamp oil...

She reaches down, checking Amanda's pockets. ]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Oh hey, there's a note in her pocket too!]

[anasty]

[ Good thing Ursula's literate, unlike most of her sea-dwelling peers.

What does the note say? ]

[grimgrinningghosts]

To a Keeper:
The tower dropped when I returned
and I have failed you all.
You’ll need the pen to overturn
and right the wrongs of my fall.

[... Well I guess Amanda decided to be extra about this.]

[anasty]

[ A riddle? Ugh.

Ursula has ink, but no pen. She checks Amanda's pockets again. Is there a pen? A pen in this room? ]

Now with the right account

[grimgrinningghosts]

[There are no pens in this room, it seems.]

[anasty]

[ Maybe it's somewhere else - Amanda's room seems like a good bet. Ursula tucks the note into her top for now ( ew ) and eases herself down onto the floor.

She'd expect a little more smell of char if Amanda had been burned, but Ursula moves to check the body's legs anyway. ]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Minus the oil, there's nothing off about her legs!]

[anasty]

[ Well she got wet from the tub somehow. Now that she's out of it, Ursula can peer over the edge into the water. Anything inside the hot tub? ]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Not inside the on Ursula's in, but the water of a nearby tub sure is pink.]

[anasty]

[ Almost as if someone stuck their nasty blood-coated sleeves in there. If Ursula has to stick a tentacle in to search the water, she will, but she does her best to squint through it first to see if there's anything extra in there. ]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Nothing extra in the pink water! But it looks like some also spilled onto the floor.]