First Investigation

[airlockedmods]

[It's been five days since the Champions woke up in the space station, and three days since Bolton's first incentive. And this morning, like the day of the incentive, Bolton is not in the library for his morning office hours. Unlike the day of the incentive, there is no breakfast being served either. The space station is still open for the champions' exploration, but there's something eerie about the suspension of routine, like unfinished business hanging in the air.

The Art Room door is ajar. Maybe someone's channeling their inner art student and pulling an all-nighter...?]

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[airlockedmods]

[The wounds are quite deep. Most of them, save for the leg wound, are also angled slightly upwards.

There's nothing on her clothes except a great deal of blood, and perhaps a little paint. Are you seriously going to strip the body?]

[fatherofsin]

[ Yes. There might be bruising he can't see because of the clothing. So once he notes the depth and the angle, make a not with a question mark of "killer is shorter?" he will seriously use the scissors he brought to cut off the clothing to see if there's anything hidden by said clothes. ]

[airlockedmods]

[Just the stab wounds. That's all that's here, Seth. Why, Seth.]

[stitch_in_time]

[At some point in all this, the Doctor's going to check Chitanda's hands for any kind of defensive wounds.]

[If not can we please get the sheet brigade in here to give the body a little respect please.]

[airlockedmods]

[Chitanda's hands are wound-free!]

[fatherofsin]

[ One last thing. Any way to tell if she was standing or on the ground when stabbed? ]

[airlockedmods]

[What exactly are you looking for to tell you that?]

[fatherofsin]

[ Pretty much any clue as to whether she was stabbed lying down or not. Because that would change the meaning of the angles on the wounds. Anything in the mess around her, or in the blood puddle, or what. ]

[airlockedmods]

[The blood flow from the wounds, particularly the leg wound, does seem to have gone down her body initially.]

[fatherofsin]

...So she was standing... Or at least sitting...

[ Noting that because it eliminated a fair few people from the list of suspects--himself included. Okay, time to find that shroud. ]

[stitch_in_time]

That narrows it some.

[To probably-not-Seth, he'll admit grudgingly. He really doesn't like where this seems to be leading though.]

[And one last thing, the leg wound. It's not angled up like the others, what kind of angle are we talking here, straight-on, or down? And about how high up her leg actually is it?]

[airlockedmods]

[The leg wound is closer to being straight-on, just around her knee.]

[stitch_in_time]

[Yeah, that's about what he was afraid of.]

[He's just gonna close Chitanda's eyes, if they're not already. Where the heck is that sheet squad.]

[curdle]

[ HERE SHE COMES with it neatly folded into a big ol' square. When she sees even a tiny hint of what's going on, she squeezes her eyes shut and digs her nails into the sheet. ]

I brought -- I thought you might cover her, after... [ SHE DIDN'T THINK SHE WOULD BE LITERALLY NAKED THOUGH GOOD LORD ] Prithee, take it from my hands.

[ directed also at Jesus, who desperately needs to take the wheel rn ]

[humanitarianherbalist]

[The Griffin was originally going to use his wing to cover her up, but this works too. He's going to accept the sheet and start unfolding it.]

Thank you. [He glances over at the Doctor and Seth.] Are you finished with examining her, now?

[stitch_in_time]

Thank you.

[At Thomasin. And then, to the Griffin-]

Yeah, I- think we've learned all we're going to here.

[humanitarianherbalist]

Very well then. [He's just going to...spread that sheet over Chitanda's body. And then just stare for a while.] Is there somewhere we can place her?