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.
You can't carry me, you're still hurt! [nooooooo!!! she isn't flailing because that's just gonna make it worse for milla but she's very displeased.] I can walk, I can, but you broke your ribs. Let me walk with you instead.
They're doing better than they were when I first broke them.
[which isn't saying much. . . honestly. . . but that's Milla for you, always trying to push past her injuries to be helpful and useful. when Yuna speaks, she hesitates, although she does offer an arm and a shoulder for her roommate to lean on]
I'll let you walk, but you're also a lot lighter than you might think. You should be able to lean on me without hurting me too badly.
[it'll sting a bit, but you know. Milla can take it]
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robowest2017-02-10 06:00 pm
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Here. Let me carry Yuna. I can take her to the clinic and then make sure she makes it back to our room safely.
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Thanks...your ribs doing okay though?
[THERE ARE SO MANY INJURIES WHAT THE FUCK.]
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They're doing better than they were when I first broke them.
[which isn't saying much. . . honestly. . . but that's Milla for you, always trying to push past her injuries to be helpful and useful. when Yuna speaks, she hesitates, although she does offer an arm and a shoulder for her roommate to lean on]
I'll let you walk, but you're also a lot lighter than you might think. You should be able to lean on me without hurting me too badly.
[it'll sting a bit, but you know. Milla can take it]
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[She'll accept this as a compromise, but she's taking on as much of her own weight as she can even if she's holding Milla's arm as she goes.]
Thank you, Milla.
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You're welcome.
I'm very proud of you, Yuna. You did well.
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but for now Yuna just shakes her head.]
I didn't do anything special. That's just what being a hero means.
[She isn't boasting; she's very matter-of-fact, as if this is the obvious way of things.]
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You might not have done anything you consider "special," but you did do something brave. I believe that deserves acknowledgement.