FIFTH INVESTIGATION

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Ten deaths have occurred in this mansion, one guest is still completely missing from the mansion with no clue where he is. How many more deaths with occur in this mansion? Will the remaining guests ever know a time when they don't have to worry about someone close to them dying each week?

Nothing seems immediately off, but you should all know by now to never trust Fridays.

Investigate?]

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[whistlenotchirp]

[He sighs and leans against the wall. Nothing frightening here. Nothing bad to associate with.

His last conversation with Tarzan. Tarzan, about to be cut into pieces, just for being in the way.

He runs the fuck to the ballroom.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well... there sure is blood around the piano.]

[whistlenotchirp]

[He freezes.]

No.

[Its a soft no, probably to his feet moving closer to the instrument.]

No no no no no.

[grimgrinningghosts]

[As Jiminy gets closer, he should notice something sticking out from the piano.

That's not Kiara's innards.]

[ilovepuppies]

Cricket guy...?

[wow Star kinda wants to be sick rn]

[whistlenotchirp]

[Jiminy's soul rapidly reenters his body at the sound of Star.]

Honey, you don't need to see this.

[He can't stop his own feet from getting closer and closer.]

You shouldn't see this.

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well, you might need someone to help you lift up the piano lid, Jiminy.]

[whistlenotchirp]

[No.

He's not gonna let anyone else see this. He doesn't care if it squishes him, he's gonna hop up there and, using all of his strength, lift it far enough to peek for himself.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well from what Jiminy can see, it's a smaller body that's stuck in the piano, but any details about the body might be overlooked when he realizes something.

Their head is missing.]

[whistlenotchirp]

[What the fuck.

He can't handle it much longer and has to quickly jump away before the weight of the lid crushes him. He's getting old. Gotta take a quick breather before he tries again.]

Yeah there's.... something in there.

[And now to lift up again to get a better look.]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford's hunt for the missing remains of Kiara bring him down to the ballroom eventually, where he's met with the sight of Jiminy trying to get the piano lid open. He goes over to lend a hand.]

What's—is it the rest of her?

[Expecting, yknow. Lion.]

[whistlenotchirp]

[Ford is old like him, so he'll allow this.]

N-no. It's human. Someone el....

[He trails off when they see the body]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Even with the head off, Jiminy should quickly know who the body is inside the piano. There's obviously no need to check whether she is alive or not.

Tip is dead]

[ilovepuppies]

[This is

this is happening, all right.

Star feels a cold sensation in the pit of her stomach and her knees give out. She plops down on the floor... most likely in a puddle of blood. c o o l.]

[whistlenotchirp]

[Dammit.

He hops over quickly to her side, the piano lid taken care of.]

Star...

[He doesn't have any real words of comfort. He still hasn't learned what to say. He can pat her back? He can reach it right now so he'll pat her back.]

[ilovepuppies]

[Yeah this would be Star curling her knees up to her chest and rocking back and forth slowly.]

I want to go home.

[whistlenotchirp]

[Oh honey.]

We will. Someday. But we can't right now. [A careful, soothing tone.]

[ilovepuppies]

I don't feel so good. I'm gonna.

I dunno.

[She makes a move to get up.]

[whistlenotchirp]

Right. Yeah. Right.

[He tries to help, but she's already way farther along than his tiny body can assist with.]

Just... find somewhere to rest for now, okay? And call if you need anything? Please?

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford props up the piano lid on his shoulder for a moment, because his head is dropping in defeat and sorrow. He'd never spoken with Tip all that much, but this is a goddamn mess.]

Poor, brave little thing. Where's...where is the rest of everyone.

[Guess who's going from zero to pissed in an alarmingly short amount of time?]

[amadeusrockette]

[Enters, sees the blood, sees the potential body.

Ah. There's what she was looking for. Julia is just gonna approach the piano carefully. It sorta knows her! Maybe it won't attack???]

Hey, remember me? Can we open your lid?

[Please don't attack. Just let the nice people open the lid, you demon piano.]