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.
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[Luckily, Percy has fast enough reflexes that he sees it and he manages to sidestep enough that he sort of just. Crashes into the bannister and twists his foot. There's a sharp hiss but he's standing and also yanking Damian back to stare at it.]
...is that...[Oh hell no.] ...we need to find the rest. And not leave this in the open. I don't want anybody else tripping on it.
[So clearly the logical thing is he's taking his over-shirt off and just sort of picking up the heart. This is gross and weird and fuck everything about Fridays.] Keep moving. Hit the kitchen first and the dining room, then the lounge and the bath house. C'mon.
[There's a shudder at the intestines in the sink.]
This isn't what I asked for when I woke up this morning. [But one hand is still holding the heart in his shirt and the other grabs the door before it can swing closed. What's behind door number 1, ominous meta text?]
Damian wishes he hadn't kicked the fucking fridge door. His face grows tight and serious. He doesn't answer Percy for a long time. Just... staring at the fridge.]
Shit. [He's going to take his free hand and steer Damian away from the fridge before moving to grab a box of cereal. He rips off the top and takes a pen out of his pocket, scrawling HEAD. TO BE REMOVED. FAIR WARNING. before also pulling a blue piece of gummy candy from his pocket and chewing on it to use as a sort of tack for the note.
That won't work. But whatever. So he's trying to drag Damian out of the kitchen.] We need to keep going. Dining room and the lounge, come on.
[And off they go...?] ...how could somebody have spread her apart without anybody else noticing?
[ A fucking mystery is why, Percy. You see what you're meant to see!
For instance, those lungs caged by a pair of ribs on the dining room table. There's also a few miscellaneous organs all over the chairs. Just sort of tossed around.
They are mocking her. [He goes along at Percy's behest, but jerks his arms or shoulders away from Percy's hands. He isn't a child-- HE HAS SEEN WORSE THAN THIS BEFORE!] She was cooking for everyone. In the kitchen.
[Holy shit, there are body paRTS EVERYWHERE??] Hearing. She had to be drugged or killed elsewhere. Any screaming would have been heard.
Cutting up a body would take all night. There would have to be a weapon. Defensive wounds if she wasn't surprised.
[The lounge then... Why them?] We need to collect everything and bury it properly. With the coyotes, the Sheriff isn't wrong. Her remains need a pyre. But she was Egyptian. She had an Eye of Horus tattoo. It would be disrespectful.
[He lets him go because...Damian can take care of himself. He knows that, but he knows Damian's also ten. So he's just sort of hovering and following, nose wrinkling at the sight on the table and chairs.]
And her killer would have to know that. [He shakes his head, frowning heavily.] My guess would be elsewhere. There's no blood to indicate she was killed here, just the parts. [Gods. He feels sick by the idea, knowing that someone would actually do this to someone else.]
You think we should check people tomorrow then. A weapon. What kind of a weapon could hack somebody up like that? [...though. Too bad Percy's not from a canon point where he's met the Egyptian demigods because this unfortunately doesn't mean too much? On the other hand, he thinks of Annabeth's letter.Remember the one we held after the labyrinth, the first time, with the burial shroud? Burn one for me, Perseus.]
We find the rest, we'll build a fire. Unless Hal's an asshole and decides we need it for some messed up reason for tomorrow's trial. But we will collect everything. We can't just leave it like this.
[How bad is the lounge? Why is Percy still carrying the heart? Mysteries.]
[WOW, FOR ONCE THEY DON'T FIND ANYTHING HORRENDOUS.
He frowns at Percy. Maybe that is a little worrying.] We need to check on the stocks. The station. [He peers at the heart... in Percy's hand...] Put it down with something else. We can come back and dispose of her properly.
[No. Sorry, he's going to check the bath house anyway because if some other fucker ruined the other place with nice water, he's going to fling himself into corpse soup.]
I know. We have a lot we need to do. [But he's still holding the heart and he's on a mission JUST TO MAKE SURE. And out he goes to the back where the sauna and baths are.]
The female sauna is piled with all the rest of the parts. Hip, arm, miscellaneous organs. They're all just sort of plopped on the door, torn apart and in an entire mess. No rhyme or reason there, just carnage and blood.
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...is that...[Oh hell no.] ...we need to find the rest. And not leave this in the open. I don't want anybody else tripping on it.
[So clearly the logical thing is he's taking his over-shirt off and just sort of picking up the heart. This is gross and weird and fuck everything about Fridays.] Keep moving. Hit the kitchen first and the dining room, then the lounge and the bath house. C'mon.
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When they get there, of course, there's a pile of intestines in the sink. Duh. Naturally.
You should also probably check the fridge. ]
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They're playing with the kill. Someone got out into the inside of the hotel. [He slams his foot into the fridge. Because he's angry.
But, you know, it pops the door of it open when it sucks back from the kick. It's gonna be a head, isn't it.]
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This isn't what I asked for when I woke up this morning. [But one hand is still holding the heart in his shirt and the other grabs the door before it can swing closed. What's behind door number 1, ominous meta text?]
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So, yeah. Ana Amari's head, sits between the milk and soda in the fridge, dripping blood onto the lower shelves.
At least she still has her eye patch! ]
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Damian wishes he hadn't kicked the fucking fridge door. His face grows tight and serious. He doesn't answer Percy for a long time. Just... staring at the fridge.]
Amari. Her head.
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Shit. [He's going to take his free hand and steer Damian away from the fridge before moving to grab a box of cereal. He rips off the top and takes a pen out of his pocket, scrawling HEAD. TO BE REMOVED. FAIR WARNING. before also pulling a blue piece of gummy candy from his pocket and chewing on it to use as a sort of tack for the note.
That won't work. But whatever. So he's trying to drag Damian out of the kitchen.] We need to keep going. Dining room and the lounge, come on.
[And off they go...?] ...how could somebody have spread her apart without anybody else noticing?
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For instance, those lungs caged by a pair of ribs on the dining room table. There's also a few miscellaneous organs all over the chairs. Just sort of tossed around.
Like daises. ]
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[Holy shit, there are body paRTS EVERYWHERE??] Hearing. She had to be drugged or killed elsewhere. Any screaming would have been heard.
Cutting up a body would take all night. There would have to be a weapon. Defensive wounds if she wasn't surprised.
[The lounge then... Why them?] We need to collect everything and bury it properly. With the coyotes, the Sheriff isn't wrong. Her remains need a pyre. But she was Egyptian. She had an Eye of Horus tattoo. It would be disrespectful.
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And her killer would have to know that. [He shakes his head, frowning heavily.] My guess would be elsewhere. There's no blood to indicate she was killed here, just the parts. [Gods. He feels sick by the idea, knowing that someone would actually do this to someone else.]
You think we should check people tomorrow then. A weapon. What kind of a weapon could hack somebody up like that? [...though. Too bad Percy's not from a canon point where he's met the Egyptian demigods because this unfortunately doesn't mean too much? On the other hand, he thinks of Annabeth's letter.Remember the one we held after the labyrinth, the first time, with the burial shroud? Burn one for me, Perseus.]
We find the rest, we'll build a fire. Unless Hal's an asshole and decides we need it for some messed up reason for tomorrow's trial. But we will collect everything. We can't just leave it like this.
[How bad is the lounge? Why is Percy still carrying the heart? Mysteries.]
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It has nothing in it. ]
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He frowns at Percy. Maybe that is a little worrying.] We need to check on the stocks. The station. [He peers at the heart... in Percy's hand...] Put it down with something else. We can come back and dispose of her properly.
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I know. We have a lot we need to do. [But he's still holding the heart and he's on a mission JUST TO MAKE SURE. And out he goes to the back where the sauna and baths are.]
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The female sauna is piled with all the rest of the parts. Hip, arm, miscellaneous organs. They're all just sort of plopped on the door, torn apart and in an entire mess. No rhyme or reason there, just carnage and blood.
Ana Amari is dead. ]