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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[airlockedmods]

[They sure have, and they'll probably look familiar.

The first one is a realistic portrait of Jamie. It was painted with an incredibly skillful hand, by someone who clearly put care and effort into it.

But either this someone didn't like painting those luscious locks, or Jamie modeled for this when his hair was much shorter.]

[kingshaming]

...

[Does he recognize this style from the clown painting he stole?

I mean, they are both portraits even if one is his handsome friend and the other is a horror clown]

[airlockedmods]

[I mean, the style is "realism," but I suppose a prince has an eye for artistic quality so they are both very excellently made.]

[kingshaming]

[He'll ask Jamie about it later- he had to have posed for this. SO he must know the artist... assuming it wasn't Bolt himself who did it.

What about the other canvas?]

[airlockedmods]

[Well, about that theory...

The other portrait is very clearly of Bolton. He has slightly more hair, though.

The pictures of Jamie and Bolton are clearly meant to be hung next to each other, so that they can face one another.]

[kingshaming]

...gods that romantic.

[But if Bolton has that much more hair and Jamie's grew out... and they didn't meet before here.

Fuck.

Time for the nightstand]

[airlockedmods]

[There's a ballpoint pen sitting on top of the nightstand.]

[kingshaming]

[Nothing too exciting. He picks it up and gives it a little shake- he's gotten more used to pens that aren't actually giant feathers since he's been here]

[airlockedmods]

[Yup, it's a pen.

The drawer of the nightstand is slightly ajar.]

[kingshaming]

[What you mean this pen wasn't a secret detonator? He peeks in there. Please don't be his goofy boxers]

[airlockedmods]

[the goofy boxers are spring-loaded to explode out and shower anyone who opens the-

no there's no shorts in here.

There is, however, a pill bottle and a notebook.]

[kingshaming]

[FUCK YEAH HE FOUND BOLT'S E STASH

I mean he'll take a look at the label?]

[airlockedmods]

[Bolton wished he had his E stash-

I mean, it's a prescription bottle that says Lactase Enzyme.]

[kingshaming]

[...again, fuck if Xander knows what this is. He doubts it'll matter too much in the case- but since he doesn't have his sketchbook with him he'll write the word on his un-tattered hand with the pen.

He told Jamie he wouldn't disturb more then he had to, after all.

Notebook then?]

[airlockedmods]

[The notebook is full from cover to cover with neat cursive.]

[cyan_maid]

[Whatchu writing Xan - oh.]

It's medicine for lactose intolerance - erm, for when you can't have milk or dairy products without getting sick.

[cyan_maid]

[OKAY Jane has totally been here all this time and even if she didn't already figure it out-]

...They really are...incredibly, irrevocably gay, aren't they?

[Reminds her of two silly boys from home. This hurts...]

[kingshaming]

They were very much in love, yes.

[cyan_maid]

...Just like Jake and Dirk. When...things were good between them.

[...As dysfunctional as their relationship was, they should've gotten the chance to end up like Bolton and Jamie. You know, save for the death.

Ugh, holding a flame for someone was really not a needling pain she needed right now.]

[kingshaming]

It takes a certain kind of monster to do this, even only knowing what we knew before today. One I hope gets dealt swift justice.

[He glances at her]

Have you thought about what we talked about last week?

[cyan_maid]

[...Hoo boy. We're doing this, huh? Making this happen, as the sweet bros and hella jeffs might say? Jane breathes in, nods.]

I have, somehow, between trying not to fall asleep. And you...want to know if I have an answer for you, right?

[kingshaming]

If you're willing to share it. With how quickly things are falling apart this very well may be the last trial we face together.

[cyan_maid]

[Do you have so little faith in her, Xander?]

...I've chosen to believe. In all of you...and in what is right.

[kingshaming]

[A week ago, when his agony was fresher and his heart still jagged, he might have frowned. Right and wrong meant nothing here.

Instead he smiles]

You know, you remind me of someone back home whom I love very much. She said the same thing.

[cyan_maid]

[Jane looks up at him, wide-eyed. She really did expect disappointment from him.]

...I do hope that's a good thing, in your eyes.