[ WEEK ONE – INVESTIGATION ]

[sheriffexe]

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 mod replies. Anything to discover 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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Comments

[hydrokinetics]

So much for hoping for the best. [It's grumbled and he's annoyed until he gets to the window and peers outside. He blinks once, twice, and he scoots to let Barnham take a look.]

...we should go. [They should go investigate that? Or find people who're already there? Something. He's antsy, shifting on his feet suddenly and wishing he had brought Mrs. O'Leary but this is All Kinds Of Not Good.] We need to follow it.

[moraled]

Naturally.

[Barnham's already striding out the door and towards the blood, expression stiff and flat.]

Come, we do not have any time to waste.

[Time to see which direction the blood's leading.]

[sheriffexe]

[ Cal made a mistake and tagged this when she forgot there was evidence here. So, I have to shame her in public.

That said, the blood is thicker in the direction of the railroad but the trail gets thinner the more it heads towards the graveyard. ]

[hydrokinetics]

[I always approve of shaming Cal, sorry Cal. Percy's turning to follow after Barnham but he stops as he peers through the window one more time. With that, he's quickly following.]

There's two different trails, Mr. Barnham. [He can't believe this, it's been a week! A week!!! Let him rest.] The railroad and the graveyard, this was the middle point. It looks pretty bad heading toward the train but it also looks like it stopped at the graveyard. Which way should we go?

[moraled]

[rude af]

... Towards the graveyard. I believe we should follow this to its end, regardless of what it was.

[AND OFF THEY GO to save squee a party at the graveyard]