Fifth Investigation

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Half of you are dead, and at least one of you is apparently a mole. No one knows who wrote the letter, but why would someone lie about this? Especially when neither The Narrator or John came down and call it false.

Despite all that, for a Friday it's almost unnaturally calm. Like it's just any ordinary day.

Maybe you won't have to investigate today?]

Comments

[forgottenfounder]

[Footprints....?

Where... are they heading?]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[It goes from the kitchen to the lobby and then it just... stops near the stairs.]

[forgottenfounder]

[...Ah.

Hmm.

There's nothing on the stairs is there?]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[There isn't!]

[forgottenfounder]

[OKAY

let's go check out that trash can then.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[There's.. a bottle in the trash can?]

[forgottenfounder]

[...That is generally where bottles go, yes. Unless you're supposed to put them in the recycling. Park rules.

He bends in to pick it up and get a closer look.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[It's almost entirely empty and pretty small in size.]

[forgottenfounder]

[...He's not going to lick it.

Buuut he's going to hedge his bet that it might be poison.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well maybe give it to Donald the resident poison tester during the trial and he can tell you if it's poison or not!]

[forgottenfounder]

[He'd rather not????

Also, might as well pocket it and check if there's any other clues in this here trash can.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[You're in the clear, Oswald!]