Mock Victim

[grimgrinningghosts]

[It’s Friday. Your first week stuck in Doomville is almost up. While Judge Doom’s motive was certainly big, it’s hard to judge, for lack of a better term, if he could manage to change anyone’s past, let alone your own. So maybe you forgot about it, or maybe you’re so caught up with the “what if’s” that it hangs over you as you wake up today.

However, as you leave your dressing room, you may find that the door to Edgar’s Room is mysteriously ajar. While it was open for investigation yesterday, it seems more open than it was yesterday.

Investigate?]

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Costume Storage

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Hey no better way to get over finding a body than a makeover!]

[pinkflip]

[Kim has decided one thing and that's that this sucks and she really doesn't want to poke around a furry critter's dead body. So she's going to look for...anything else that looks suspicious in the building, and that leads her to costume storage.

It's a comfort.

So, anything immediately off in this room?]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well there sure is a lot of blood here. It almost looks like an explosion happened last night with how messy everything is, not even including the blood.]

[pinkflip]

[there is so much regret here]

Ew--! [Kim covers her face but that's not going to stop the smell. Why this. Is the blood localized anywhere? Or is it just kind of...everywhere? Can she walk through here without getting blood on her shoes?]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Thankfully, the blood is localized in the middle of the room. No need to worry about ruining your shoes here!]

[pinkflip]

[Small...blessings... Alright, even though this is the worst, Kimberly edges over to the blood to get a closer look at it. Is it just a puddle of blood, or is it on something?]

[terribibble]

[Yikes.

Both the blood and Fiddleford, who looks probably the worst he has looked since he showed up. Maybe an entire bottle of whiskey on a mostly-empty stomach was too much. It's fine. He's awake now and looking at the blood with a kind of pinched expression.]

That's... that's just unnecessary.

[Do platypi even have that much blood in them?]

[pinkflip]

[She spins around to face him, thin panic on her face and a distinct sense of why.]

It's awful, how can someone just- do something like this to a poor little creature?!

[kindaruledatit]

[Wendy is.... right there beside you on all of this sucking, Kim. And not wanting to be near the dead little guy's body.

She's definitely frazzled when she walks in, gaze slipping to the noticeable blood. Yeuuugh, that's just....]

Hey... how's it going in here?

i was waiting til the trial was over for some backtagging but,,

[pinkflip]

[Kimberly's...frazzled, to say the least. There's so much blood and so much going on here. Good thing there are so many people looking around, so she can take a moment to chat with Wendy.]

Umm... Well, it's not great? What's, um...what's it like out there?

[hitontheheadasachild]

[...Seriously?

So, it was called a platypus. Not a deaver. It doesn't matter anymore, though, does it?

She's really just wandering aimlessly at this point, but as she does, so realizes she doesn't want to just...stand by and do nothing. As it turns out, she goes into costume storage, as it is the closest place to where she made her realization.

So.

May as well start looking at...the costumes? Did the dea--platypus even wear clothing at all?]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Hey, isn't a hat good enough for you people?

There's a lot of blood clothes scattered around the floor, however, if Anna doesn't want to look at the chaos, there are still some clothes hanging around.]

[hitontheheadasachild]

[....yyyyyeah she's just.

That was an innocent animal, she just can't.

But someone has to, don't they?

To the bloody clothing it is.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[It appears that the clothes might have been used to soak up the blood.

Anna can continue searching the clothes, but she might notice a bloody object that is not clothing.]

[hitontheheadasachild]

[Somehow, seeing Kimberly and the Professor here as well makes this less...horrible. Less that she has to do this alone.

That's when her eye catches the object.]

Hey...

[She goes to see what the object is.]

[defyingfrigidity]

[... She'd been so certain nobody would go through with it. Especially after yesterday! Seeing a man die like that before their eyes.... it should have shook anyone even contemplating hurting one of the others. But it happened, and now.... they have to solve this? God, this is too much...

But however bad Elsa is taking this, she'll never be too absorbed in herself to ignore her sister. So she follows close behind Anna as her sister goes off, keeping her attention half on her sister and half on the costumes; running her hands over each one, trying to see if there are any marks or damages on any of the clothes still on the racks.]

... Do you think we can do this, Anna? Solve a... a murder investigation?

I sure did just notice this

[grimgrinningghosts]

[The clothes hanging all seem to be in very good condition for the most part, it appears. Although some of them, both hanging and folded, that appear slightly wrinkled.]

[defyingfrigidity]

[Strange... it could just be that some of the others were messing around with the costumes during the week, but just in case...

She'll start with the ones on the rack first, pulling them out to examine them more closely. She'll also be checking to see if there any similarities between all the wrinkled clothes. A similar theme, maybe...?]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[The ones on the rack seem noticeably less wrinkled, it appears that someone was messing with the hems of them. And while all of them seemed to have been moved at least a little, it appears that the men's clothing was looked over more closely.]

[hitontheheadasachild]

We...

we have to now, don't we? If there's a chance we get out....

[She doesn't like thinking like that. But then again, she saw a man get dissolved and now another was dead.

Hadn't anyone realized that old man's death was horrible enough?]

[defyingfrigidity]

But what if he doesn't let us go, even if we solve it? What if he just... keeps us trapped here?

[What if they're forced to do this again...]

Is there really any point to this?

[hitontheheadasachild]

["I do what I want."]

I don't think there is a point.

[He...did he really think they had committed crimes? Or was that also part of his horrible scheme? Just a lie to make them want to get out more?

Did...he enjoy this?]

...Elsa. We...I know this is...he's not going to let us go. He said so. Not unless we kill someone. Or unless we find another way.

...

[She goes over, offering Elsa her hands. Knowing her sister is here, and alive...it helps. She also knows Elsa or her could die at any time, now.

Her jaw straightens.]

I won't give him the satisfaction he wants. No matter what happens or what he tries, even if its...the worst thing ever. I'm not going to do it. I can't. None of us can.

Re: Costume Storage

[tonewlengths]

[She should do something to be useful, shouldn't she? Something to help. And if one of these people is a murderer, it's surely best to stay in a group where they can't act without being caught. Even so she's scared.

Rapunzel uses her hair to climb up onto the ceiling and get a better vantage point, what can you see from above?]

Re: Costume Storage

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Besides a lovely view of the blood, there is a broken coat-rack in the corner of the room.]

Re: Costume Storage

[tonewlengths]

[Blood is gross, swinging down to check out the rack. Where is it broken? Is it a clean cut, or splintered?]