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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[toogoodforhim]

[goddamnit Steven this isn't even the right network

...okay so do we throw a rock at it to pop it or...]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Steven Universe is the mastermind.

I mean if you wanna??? There's nothing stopping you, buddy.]

[toogoodforhim]

[...I mean no he doesn't wanna but even if he stood on his boyfriend's shoulders he wouldn't be tall enough so here goes I guess

...anything else that may distract him while he figures out a way to get her down?]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[If you wanna look at something that's not a head, out of the corner of his eye he might see a bubble bottle laying on the ground.]

[toogoodforhim]

[...yes he is looking at the ground for a rock or something so.]

...What on earth.

[Is it bloody? Is there anything left in it?]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Shush.

There are some traces of blood on it, and the bottle is almost completely full.]

[toogoodforhim]

[Okay so now a grown-ass man is going to figure out how to blow bubbles (while avoiding smudging the blood on the bottle).

Is this process going to be in any way different from blowing normal bubbles or can I just assume he can intuit his way through this bottle of soap]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[It works pretty much the same way any bubble wand would work. Have fun struggling to figure out how to blow bubbles, Lefou.]

[toogoodforhim]

[He is low INT moderate WIS ok it takes a second but he blows a bubble.

Cool, there's a bubble now. How is this bubble structurally different from the one Tip's head is in?]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well, if Lefou knows anything about bubbles, one thing he should realize that's weird is that the bubble doesn't separate from the wand until Lefou is finished blowing.

Like, the bubble is way too big to be normal soap bubble.]

[toogoodforhim]

[.............

Nope! But he's sure bringing it to the trial and will be happy to demonstrate there!

What happens if he reaches out and touches it?]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Save him.

With a very tiny bit of resistance, Lefou's hand goes into the bubble, without it popping.]

[toogoodforhim]

[Well yeah that's. That's weird. I guess that's how the head got in there though.

Does his hand feel weightless or anything? Can he reach across the bubble and push against the other side or does his arm just go clean through]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[His arm doesn't feel weightless, but he can push against the other side of the bubble.]

[toogoodforhim]

[OKAY SO JUDGING BY THIS RESULT throwing a rock at the bubble wouldn't do shit except hit a little girl's severed head in the face with a rock.

So abandoning that course of action.

...Can he pull his arm out of the bubble.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well you can, at least if it's a sharp enough rock.

And yes you can pull your arm out of the bubble.]

[toogoodforhim]

[Good that's his favorite arm.

What if he. Claps his hands against the bubble. Will sudden force pop it?]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford heard screaming, and since he already found two bodies today, he might as well stay on this roll and just pray he doesn't find a third. Instead, he finds Lefou messing with some kind of bubbles, and...]

Oh, God. Her head. What is—what the devil is going on?

[Hi, Lefou, your dad has had about up to HERE with all this bullshit today.]

[toogoodforhim]

[Lefou jumps. The head is floating so far above his head that he is pointedly Not Looking At It.

He holds out the bottle of bubble soap.]

Do you know what this is?

[sixfingeredstan]

...Hmm?

[Tearing his eyes away from the gruesome sight above them, Ford looks at the bottle Lefou is holding out, and takes it in hand to inspect the label.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[It's simply labeled "Orrble Juice"]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford squints.]

...Orrble...juice.

[WHAT FRESH NONSENSE IS THIS.]

That's not even a word! What is it, just—bubble soap? Good lord.

[toogoodforhim]

...Bubble soap?

[Ford did you see him pop the giant bubble.]

Is this a future thing.

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Yes siree, it will.]

[toogoodforhim]

[Pop! it goes, then.

Now let's see what Ford's got.]