[ 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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[tightly]

[ Nods agreeably, thinking with some gravity that it's likely whoever made the handprints is dead. As for the footprints, well - that could be a trail to a killer? When something glinting oddly catches her eye, Chane kneels down beside the scattering of handprints and...

Picks up some of the blue hair right out of the blood.

Without batting an eyelash.

Not knowing anyone with blue hair, however, she turns and looks back at Hannibal, hoping he can shed some light on the newest development. ]

[sating]

[ Hannibal turns his attention to Chane once she's found something and seems to be asking him for his opinion. He approaches and murmurs out a soft "excuse me," but he'll take a closer look. ]

Blue?

[ Well, that narrows things down. He thinks of the people he's seen and met, and that makes it easy enough. He doesn't sound too surprised, since considering their situation, it doesn't come as much of one. Even so, his tone is grave. ]

The young ladies in the station. They both had blue hair.

[tightly]

[ He's right, and - although she can't quite remember the differing shades - Chane still feels her stomach jump unpleasantly, reminded of how she could have let Tiara out and chose wilfully not to. It had been because of practicality, or mistrust, or maybe Chane just hasn't grown that much of a person in the past ten years...

Her back stiffens visibly before she stands back up. If there's a trail, they might as well follow it to the discussion mingle and gestures indicatively. ]

[sating]

What a waste.

[ Hannibal comments on it softly, but he nods in light agreement to her gesture and starts along the way to the mingletown where everyone else seems to be congregating. ]

We may as well share our findings.