robowest | [ WEEK SIX – INVESTIGATION ]

INVESTIGATION

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

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[HAPPY DIE DAY, WHOLE ASS. . .]

[either way, Milla's up as soon as the doors unlock for curfew, heading out the front door at a brisk pace. well. . . as brisk as she can go with her injuries, anyway. it certainly would be a shame if someone in her condition tripped on her way out, ha ha!]

[Fuck Fridays. Fridays aren't fun anymore.

But...he's moving. He can't sit still and things are happening and it's in his blood to move, to run, to seek.

So he does. He confirms and he moves, running through town to head back toward the hotel...and his eyes land on the clinic instead.

And, you know, that trail of blood. What the fuck. What the fuck?]

Oh what the heck...[It's murmured and he's tired, Whole Ass, why can't they go a week without this shit? So without fear, he jumps up to the porch of the clinic and pushes the door open to (probably stupidly) follow the trail of blood that I'm assuming is there, Squee, correct me if I'm wrong.]

[So. Uh. That sure is a mess by the front door, but Jason is just going to leapfrog over that and run for the stocks. Anyone who gets in the way might get pushed, shoved or elbowed out of his path with no apology from his part, though that might be excusable? Considering the panicked look on his face and the current day of the week.

When he gets there, he'll immediately look around to see what's the State of the Damian????

You were all fools if y'all though he'd head anywhere else, tbh.]

[ she is exhausted?? this is TIRING stop murdering people???

but papika is heading towards the unopen buildings, passing by them and checking to see if anything seems odd considering there were. blood trails she had to walk by to get over here?? anyway she's passing by the third one now, meta text tell me what's up ]

[whatever man whatever!!

THERE BETTER NOT BE ANY BODIES HERE

can't he just find some harmless evidence for once or something... he is also Tired.]

[y'all are lucky barnham isn't just yodeling this from the roof or something.

No he'll talk in measured, careful words as soon as he like... sees the majority of the town there?? I don't know, that's like 11 people, cut me some slack.]

It would appear Miss Xion and Mister Shinnosuke have both been killed. For those who wish to see the scenes of the crime, I can lead you there.

[SIGH]

Is there anything else?

[ Today, there is a dog on a mission. After the bodies are found and settled, Winston can be found roaming around the town in search for certain people.

Who are these people? Well, everyone, honestly. He'll have a letter clutched in his mouth and when he spots the person he's looking for, he will sit politely in front of them holding the letter carefully between his teeth. Once the person takes it, he'll bark happily before leaving.

Anyone who follows him will notice that he'll go back to Will and Hannibal's room, scratching at the door a few times to be let in before leaving with another letter a few minutes later. He'll do this until everyone has one.

Look, at least it isn't Will doing the delivery. ]

hotel

clinic

stocks

unnamed buildings

bonfire

bodies get ur bodies

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