SIXTH INVESTIGATION

[grimgrinningghosts]

[It's another week, and we're fast approaching two months in the mansion. Maybe you're used to people dying on Friday, but maybe you hope the deaths will stop before there are none of you guys left. However, any hope that this will be a normal Friday for once will be completely dashed when you realize that there is a smokey smell hanging in the air when you first wake up.

Investigate...?]

Comments

[kindaruledatit]

[Wendy has definitely been hoping for something like that every time she wakes up, but that just means she's in for further disappointment when things don't go that way, isn't she?

She steps out of her room and instantly notes the smokey smell in the air, grimacing. Maybe... Ford started another fire?

She heads out to the foyer. Where does the smell seem to be coming from?]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Before Wendy can even get to the foyer, Wendy should realize that something is immediately wrong in the bedroom hallway.

Someone is laying on the floor.]

[sixfingeredstan]

[—Ford freezes on his way out, squinting through the low light, his stomach dropping.

Immediately, he steps closer to the person on the floor. Maybe they just passed out......?????]

[kindaruledatit]

[FUCK

Well she very nearly trips over herself before she spots it, but manages to right herself just in the nick of time.

Who... is this person on the floor?]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford is very much hoping that today will be a normal Friday, but he is very much in the camp of doubting that this will be the case, especially when he wakes up to the smell of smoke...

He dresses quickly and pokes his head out into the hall, taking a deep breath. Yes, that's definitely smoke. He doesn't like this at all. He decides to head toward the kitchen—maybe someone just left something on the stove....]

[chainbroke]

[ Seems like she had the same idea, so here's Namine heading over to join him. ]

Maybe... someone just tried making breakfast, and...

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Not so fast, Ford...]

[splitaseam]

[And suddenly uproarious laughter is heard echoing the halls of the mansion.]

Wow, two dead loverboys in one day? You know how to treat a guy on his birthday, doncha?

[It’s like he’s trying to lose a popularity contest.]

Clue Count

[splitaseam]

Total: 19/19

Kitchen: 10/10
who doesn't love a wet floor?
Wow more broken glass
it's a lid... apparently
Clean lid
Clean your soul
And someone's bad at cleaning
Dirty secrets
Clearly Fiddles drank nail polish and wanted to get rid of it
Fiddles got wasted last night
And had a knife fight

Bedroom Hallway: 5/5
R I P Maui
Also RIP Tiny Maui
Someone was really shitty at stabbing Maui
insert the Blues Clues theme
More fun blood

Foyer: 4/4
For a case with not a lot of blood there were a lot of blood clues
Ash Ketchum is here
More Blues Clues
Match made in hell

Kitchen

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well now you'll never use this place again.]

[kindaruledatit]

[Ford's gone byebye, and frankly Wendy doesn't expect him to be doing much of anything right now.

Soooooo, let's start this horrible, soul-crushing day off with some investigating. She starts by surveying the damages to the kitchen.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well there are the aforementioned burn marks around the kitchen. Want to look more closely at those?]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Once the ringing in his ears clears—did a bomb go off?—and he stops forgetting how to breathe, Ford makes himself take a series of deep, desperate steadying breaths, tries to quell the sick feeling in his stomach, and takes it upon himself to investigate his dead husband's body. He's sure as hell not going to stand aside and let someone else do it. He has to...he has to know. Has to find out who did this. And the only way to do that is to find evidence.

Gently, with trembling hands, he pulls Fiddleford's glasses off of his face, the twisted remains of them, anyway, and tucks them into his breast pocket. Time to see what there is to see, beside the obvious charring.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[It's faint to pick up, what with all the smoke, but... there's also a smell of nail polish as Ford gets close to Fiddleford.]

ROOM CLEARED

[grimgrinningghosts]

Bedroom Hallway

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Nothing like a barbecued demigod in the morning.]

[toogoodforhim]

[Eventually, he gets free of the protective cocoon of his girls to half-crawl half-drag himself over to Maui's body. He hesitates, and then his hand brushes hard, charred skin, the crinkle under his palm sending a wave of nausea washing over him.

Is he still warm? And for that matter, is he laying prostrate or prone?]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Oh honey...

The body is very slightly warm, but that might just be from the after affects of seemingly being on fire.

Maui is also lying on his back, and the way his body is position almost seems too normal, like he just laid down to go to sleep.]

[amadeusrockette]

[while she's trying to exit this plane of existence the hallway, is there ANYTHING ON THE FUCKIN DOORS.

or you know. anything besides. the dead body she's trying to step around.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[There is nothing on the doors.

There is, however, a handprint on the wall near where Maui is.]

ROOM CLEARED

[grimgrinningghosts]

Foyer

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Ah, a nice open place to sit here and be dead inside.]

[chainbroke]

[ Well... she'll go ahead and look over the foyer. She can at least do this.

Anything immediately out of place? ]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[One of the most obvious things that's off is that there's blood along the foyer floor.]

ROOM CLEARED

[grimgrinningghosts]