The town is quiet, eerily so. All animals, all chatter, all gusts of wind have come to a complete stop this morning. A tumbleweed passes by through the center of town and the rocking chair on the Sheriff's porch sways but remains silent. Everything is muted and as the door of the hotel opens, the only sensation that rings utterly true today is this:
One of your own is gone.
And now, as the rules state, it is your job to discover their fate.
Welcome to the investigation post! If your character decides to search an area, please post the name of the location in your header and wait for the mod replies. Anything to discover or not to will be indicated during the course of the thread.
After the body is discovered, an announcement will be made and characters are free to spend the rest of the afternoons how they like. If there are any questions, please shoot a message either to this journal or at robowest.
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robowest2017-02-03 06:00 pm
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Natalie was too injured to return to the hotel, so Yuna and I spent the night at the clinic with her. The Sheriff must have locked us in.
[stands up, and then strolls over to where Elizabeth is rifling through the clothing]
Do they look familiar?
[the frills remind her of a certain murder happy blonde]
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[She frowns in contemplation as she lifts some of the burnt fabric, holding it up to show.]
Only one of us dressed this extravagantly. I didn't know her, but a garment like this once was is hard to miss.
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[reaches out to gently tug on one of the frills]
This does seem like something she would wear. But it's too early to tell whether she was the one killed here or not.
[since this is pre-body announcement and there is no Nui body lying around]
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You're right. And tell them about the gunshot we heard, as well as the blood spatter near the bonfire and restaurant porch.
[she had hoped to find a gun or, at the very least, a bullet casing. . . but. ah well]