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]

[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.

[sixfingeredstan]

[Yes, and he's very very proud.]

...Yes, yes it is. Mostly used by children to blow bubbles.

[He sniffs at the bottle.]

This must be either magic or industrial-grade.

[toogoodforhim]

[He did a science. c:]

It's... nothing like soap suds. I could put my arm into it, but when I tried to see if it would go through the other side, the far side was like... A wall.

Plus, you know.

[He's not pointing up but he's going to tilt his chin up.

You know. To the bubble CONTAINING A HUMAN HEAD.]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford furrows his brow and pulls the bubble wand out of the bottle, blowing a bubble that, much to his surprise, gets astoundingly large. When he runs out of breath, the bubble detaches from the wand and hangs in front of him.]

This is definitely not normal soap, either way. [He pokes gingerly at it.] There's no way a normal bubble could stay intact that long, or hold such a heavy object inside itself.

[toogoodforhim]

[If this were any other kind of situation the bubbles would kind of be fun.]

I was considering trying to knock it down, to see if there were any clues on her- her head...

Merde...

But now that I know that these bubbles don't break so easily, I'm not entirely sure how.

[sixfingeredstan]

Hmmm.

[Ford seems to consider that, glancing up briefly at Tip's suspended head, and then looking around them at the graves and the ground, looking for anything else that might come in handy in retrieving that sucker...or, of course, more evidence to be found.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Yes siree, it will.]

[toogoodforhim]

[Pop! it goes, then.

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