The Third Investigation

[airlockedmods]

[Well, it's probably a good sign that each Champion still awakes in their own bed, and not in a completely random dimension. Or a bad sign, depending on how you look at it.

Still, there doesn't seem to be much amiss on the main floor of the space station... Except for a kind of cloying smell that very faintly lingers in the air around the teleporter.

(There is no body in the cafeteria, but it is a surprise place that will help us out later.)

>Investigate?]

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[airlockedmods]

[...I meant more the implication that she was lying down than that she was standing, but sure.]

[le_mat]

[Thanks I hate it.

So she wasn't actively trying to escape. Good to note. Time to keep looking around this area]

[airlockedmods]

[There's a lot of now-disgusting bandages around the champion unitard - they're not holding anything in one piece now, but like, there's enough body-shaped parts you can tell that they were wrapped around the parts of her not covered by the champion unitard.]

[le_mat]

[Keeping her from falling apart. He looks around for the mask and spots Marisa already has it.

He takes a closer look at the unitard. Does it have any damage that might have NOT been from the squish? Any indication of a fight?

[airlockedmods]

[No.]

[le_mat]

[So if there was a struggle, it didn't do any torso damage. Onwards. Anything that looks out of place in all this salsa?]

[airlockedmods]

[Honestly there's not a lot to the body other than much blood, very squish, wow.

There are, however, some interesting things outside of the salsa.]

[le_mat]

[Good let's leave this mess behind. What stands out?]

[airlockedmods]

[Two things: some kind of crunched up shards of dark glass, and a piece of paper.]

[le_mat]

[Lets try the paper first]

cw: suicide

[airlockedmods]

[Thankfully it avoided the salsa. It's an note.]

[le_mat]

[Hey remember that dam? Akira starts to put his hand to his mouth to muffle a sound... but his hands are covered in the gore. So he thankfully stops, staring at it like he has no idea what he's looking at for a moment.

A low whine escapes, but he manages to bite it off before, hopefully, Marisa hears.

He tucks the note away, and heads for the glass]

[airlockedmods]

[It's just some chunched up black glass (well, technically plastic). Not even in big enough pieces to put back together.]

[le_mat]

[Kinda like sunglasses lens?]

[airlockedmods]

[Kinda like!]

[le_mat]

[He sweeps those up into the note.

Anything else?]

[airlockedmods]

[Nope!]

[le_mat]

[Cool, time to fucking flee]