sixth victim

[airlockedmods]

[At 7 AM on Friday, the mini-maps that allow the teleporter to be used all turn back on. Like any other time that the status quo has been abruptly restored at the end of the week, there's something ominous about it all the same. Especially on the fourth floor.]

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[cyan_maid]

[...Alright, duly noted. The killer had a modicum of respect for Bolton, or at least the dead. Let's say she did a double-take at that blood smear - anything identifiable as a fingerprint on there? Also, does he still have his glasses? Just out of curiosity.]

[airlockedmods]

[There's no liftable fingerprints or anything, but judging by the size of the smears that does seem to be a good guess on what they're from.

His glasses are on his face, but not quite settled all the way up his nose, like they were put back by someone else.]

[cyan_maid]

[Definitely noticing that as a fellow glasses-wearer. Guess the respect only went so far.

Okay, back to the shiny in the blood pool. What's the grand prize?]

[airlockedmods]

[They tried.

The shiny is some kind of blade]

[cyan_maid]

[Not enough.

We're going to examine the blade. Would it be from a knife, a pocket utility tool, an ice skate, what?]

[airlockedmods]

[An ice skate.

You know the squares where the skate is normally bolted onto the bottom of the boot?]

[cyan_maid]

[Suuuure let's say we do. Does it look like the skate blade was broken off? Perhaps on purpose, or in the heat of stabbing Bolton with prejudice?]

[airlockedmods]

[Those squares are snapped right off, bent like great force was used. This is just the blade.]

[cyan_maid]

[...Yeah, this was. This was something alright. Jane knows she couldn't have done this by virtue of her own strength, and Togami doesn't exactly look like he could benchpress a truck either. Jane hisses through her teeth.]

There's no way...

[But hey, let's be thorough and return to Bolton to check that head wound. Without sticking the blade in, would it be comparable enough to have been the murder weapon?]

[airlockedmods]

[It would.]

[cyan_maid]

[She sucks in a sharp breath.]

Togami...I think I found the murder weapon.

[imnotfat]

Hm.

[Really? Let's see...]

This seem to belong to an ice skate. Someone should go take a look.

[Good thing there are people they can count on for that!]

He must have been caught by surprise. I see nothing showing he tried to defend himself. He must have trusted the culprit enough to turn his back to them.

[Hmmmm...okay, maybe you're not the culprit, Jane? You're far from clear, but there are a couple people Togami is starting to think about, as impossible as it may be]

[cyan_maid]

That's what I was thinking, too. Or...or maybe he wanted this person to kill him. I-I don't know.

[Abruptly, she holds the blade out to Togami, pointing downwards and away from him. Because that is how you handle blades.]

I want to...to see Mister Jamie. But I'm not taking this down there while I go looking for him. Please...I'd appreciate it if you brought it to the trial.

[God, she can't wear this cardigan either, can she? The sleeves are now caked with blood. It's...fine, she'll just make a new one. It's her skirt that has pockets anyhow.]

[imnotfat]

Fine. Give it to me.

[Togami, now a bit more awake, thankfully, takes the blade]

Look for anything that could connect another floor to this one. If nothing like that is found...

[Then you're getting indicted. No pressure!]

[cyan_maid]

[Once he does, Jane takes her cardigan off, turning back to Bolton. She gives him one last look before gently, reverently placing the black, lumpy mess over his face and chest.]

I know. We were the only ones up here. We're tied for the top suspect. [Don't you dare think the others will leave you out of this, Togami. Jane turns back to him, a hand going to the plastic survival knife that's been in her pocket this whole time. Want to check that for blood? It's fucking plastic, and you'll find that it's clean.] But I don't believe either of us did this. And...it's like you told me, isn't it? We need to work together, or we'll all die.

[imnotfat]

I don't think you're the culprit either.

[...anymore. He won't admit you were his main suspect once he found Bolton, honestly]

Now go. If you have time, try to get some rest. The trial won't wait for tomorrow.

[As for Togami, well, he's going to return to his room to sleep until the trial]

[cyan_maid]

[...A gentle smile.]

You too, Togami. I - I want to be able to pie you in the face someday, alright? Don't you dare leave on me before I can do that.

[airlockedmods]

[The blood on the floor is only soaked into the back of his shirt.]