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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[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?