THE FIFTH INVESTIGATION

[airlockedmods]

[As usual, the day begins at seven a.m.

Good morning, Champions.]

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[airlockedmods]

[Perfectly normal, if you've ever seen Choro's room before.

Granted, there are some items left out on the bedside table. We've got two pieces of paper and a bottle.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He hasn't, but a room is a room. Let's check out that bottle first.]

tw: oxycodone

[airlockedmods]

[It is a bottle of oxycodone. It's open.]

tw: oxycodone

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh, Jesus.

[He looks inside. Please say all the pills are still in there.]

[airlockedmods]

[The bottle holds 20 pills.

You have 17.]

tw: oxycodone

[misanthropicprinciple]

Aw, fuck.

[Takes the bottle over to the bathroom door so he can call to Nari:]

Nari, he took oxy, too. Probably three of them.

tw: oxycodone

[everylittlesecret]

[Guess Nari is going to have to go around and confiscate it from everyone after this mess is over.

YOU PEOPLE NEED TO STOP]

No wonder he's out like a fucking light...

tw: oxycodone

[misanthropicprinciple]

Will he be all right with that much? He's kind of small...

tw: oxycodone

[everylittlesecret]

With the amount of blood he's lost it's not a lethal dose like with Angel and Rhys. Once he's got some fresh blood in him, food, and rest, he'll be fine.

[Though she sounds very irritated saying all of this.] Though I'm wondering.......... no. Just. Focus on finding clues right now, okay?

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Hm. Well. He nods, but tilts his head slightly.]

Tell me later?

[everylittlesecret]

I will.

[Because there's a nagging that there's something off here.]

[desperateprayer]

[ While he's checking out the bottle, she's going to check out the pieces of paper. ]

[airlockedmods]

[Clarith, sweetheart, you've just gotta stop investigating stuff one of these days.

There are two letters. Only one is for you, technically.]

[desperateprayer]

[ Clarith is just going to gasp, one hand going to her mouth. ]

...Junpei, these are... They're...

[ ...There might be tears in her eyes. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

What?

[He catches her expression and realization sinks in.]

Oh...

[...Should he read...?]

[desperateprayer]

...He... He thought he wasn't strong. That he was just useless.

[ ...This is hitting really close to home. But she'll pass him the letters. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He doesn't get very far before he has to stop, eyes tightly closed and brows drawn in.]

Yeah, well. Hard not to think that when you've got the word staring you in the face every time you open your door.

[He hands the letters back. He's not even going to look at the one to his brothers, not right now.]

[desperateprayer]

[ She'll tuck them in a pocket on her dress, then nod. Once people start filing in, though, she's going to take the chance to go investigate the bathroom. Anything obvious besides, you know, the mess in the tub? ]

[airlockedmods]

[Queenie got the big puddle, which makes it a little more obvious that there are footprints left in bloody water on the floor, around the bathtub and toilet. They are still wet.]

[desperateprayer]

[ What size and how clear are they? ]

[airlockedmods]

[They are slightly larger than Choromatsu's feet, though obviously they can't be his anyway. He was barefoot.

They seem smaller than everyone else who was previously in here, though. Not to mention that none of them were walking around like that.]

[desperateprayer]

[ ...Well that. Narrows it down. There aren't many people who could match that, left. So. Noted. Anything else in the open, or is it time to start digging? ]

[airlockedmods]

[There is a bloody shiv in the corner of the room across from the bathtub.]

[desperateprayer]

[ She'll retrieve that and... Gods, does she have anything to wrap this up in to preserve it remotely, or are all the towels used? ]

[airlockedmods]

[There should be some towels left, yeah. The ones missing seem to have come from Room 10's side.]