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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[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford rolls out of bed with a tight feeling of dread in his stomach. Just about the last thing he wants to do is leave the room he shares with Fiddleford and find that yet another person he’s come to know and care for is gone.

But he must. Come what may, he must. So he does; he yawns, stretches, pulls on his sweater, and heads out into the foyer with his eyes and ears peeled.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[In the very least, there are no bodies in the foyer.]

[kindaruledatit]

[There's something in Wendy's gut that tells her that today isn't going to be great. Could it be the day it is? It's not like they can just tell the time in here, but it has been over a month that they've been stuck here.

Nevertheless, as she's woken up, she starts on her way to the top floor for the sake of checking out the shooting range.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[The shooting range is clean, at least, maybe no one took the very obvious bait.]

[sixfingeredstan]

[OH GOOD.

Ford decides to poke his head into the lounge to look for anything out of place.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Nothing is off in the lounge. It seems like the first floor is pretty clean for the most part.]

[terribibble]

[Fiddleford heads to the kitchen first in search of coffee, because coffee is one of the few things keeping him on his feet lately. If there is no body in the kitchen -- and thank goodness there hasn't been lately -- then he'll start making his way up the stairs as well. A bath might be nice.

Is he going to drink his coffee while he is in the bath? Fuck off, he is doing his best.]

[kindaruledatit]

[Thank goodness, tbh.

She goes to check out the bathing room next. For nothing but to quell some small worry that she and Elsa had earlier in the week.]

[sixfingeredstan]

[So far, so good.

Ford heaves a sigh and heads upstairs, letting his feet carry him to the bathing room to look around. He can't really shake that slasher movie vibe.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[While there are no bodies in the bathroom, there sure is some blood leading to the men's side of the bathroom.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[The kitchen and bathing room is body free, but...]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well something is a little off in the bathing room]

[kindaruledatit]

[What the heck....

Wendy stares at the blood trail for a moment, letting out a quick sigh.]

Hey, so. If anyone's naked in there, and alive, they'd better cover up. Because... screw it.

[Yeaaaaah she's going to check out the men's side. Fuck it.]

[terribibble]

[WELL HECK]

You see that?

[Time to just. Clutch his coffee cup and follow that in the other direction, huh? So much for getting clean this morning. Time to bathe in the sin of MURDER I guess. If there's no body in the bath then it's gotta be elsewhere.]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford freezes at the sight of that blood.]

That...can't be good.

[With a worried glance at the other two, he warily walks toward the men's side. ]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[There are a ton of naked dead people- actually nah, despite the blood, the bathing room continues to be body-free.]

[kindaruledatit]

[....Okay, this is both better and worse then she expected.

At least there's no naked dead bodies??? So. Yay?]

Ookay. This probably still isn't a good thing.

[After this has been settled, she marches back out and is on her way towards the third floor, but not before she throws a quick glance into the trophy room]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[The blood trail leads to... The trophy room.]

oh good i was right

[terribibble]

[WELL YEAH THAT TRACKS (Get it. Tracks). That's about the most murdery room in the house.

He follows the blood trail with about as little enthusiasm as it's possible to have for anything and into the trophy room. Is there a pile of bodies. Is everyone dead.]

[kindaruledatit]

[She almost literally just passes by but WELP.

Looks like she's following Fiddleford this time.]

Re: oh good i was right

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford is right there behind him, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.]

it's fine it's friendly

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Oddly enough there are no immediate bodies in the trophy room. However, it should be noted that the blood leads right to a pile of the Scar pelts. ]

[terribibble]

[DOES HE HAVE TO UNCOVER A BODY I SWEAR TO GOD]

Is there... do you think there's somethin' under there. Oh, please let there not be anythin' under there.

[He already touched a dead body for an extended period of time last week and he's in no hurry to do it again, but... well. He transfers his coffee cup to just one hand and attempts to move the pelts. Please let there be nothing under them. It's just a big pile because there's a lot. How are there so many? Jesus Christ.]

[kindaruledatit]

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

At the very least, Wendy's gonna root through the pile in case there's any tiny dead people in it???]

[sixfingeredstan]

[oh, no.

Carefully, avoiding the blood, he follows the trail over to that pile to get a closer look. ]