WEEK 4 - INVESTIGATION

[petoskeymods]

INVESTIGATION

As you wake up, you'll realize that your powers have returned to you. For some, this is a joyous occasion...but even with them returned, it's only a grim reminder of the reality of the situation -

- that one of your fellow campers have committed murder.

Someone is dead. It's up to you to find out who...and to gather evidence for it.

BASE EVIDENCE: 17 PIECES
CAMPERS REMAINING: ???


((We ask that you remain in groups of 2-3! As per usual.))

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Cabin 3

[trashmouthtozier]

[once Richie finds out who it is, he heads straight for his cabin and burrows under the blankets.

if you need him, he'll be crying.

a lot.]

[finalguard]

[ Boa heads home to the cabin after he had a proper breakfast and... hm. That's sobbing. He generally doesn't care for people's sobbing, but there is a large degree of 'do not want' connected to it when it's his friend doing it.

He sits down on the corner of Richie's bunk. ]

Hey....

[trashmouthtozier]

[it takes him a moment to get himself together enough to respond. he doesn't even look up.]

H-h-hey.

[finalguard]

[ Boa doesn't really expect Richie to untangle himself from those blankets any time soon, but at the same time he feels like he can't really leave him alone right now. ]

You were close to him, huh?

[trashmouthtozier]

He was ... w-w-one of the first people I talked to. He ... he liked the prank I was pulling with the name tags. He didn't treat me like I was just a kid, you know?

[finalguard]

I think I get it, yeah...

[ He didn't talk to Kanji much, so he's not personally affected by this more than the normal 'well, someone died' amount, but... ]

We went fishing to get food for the octopus together last week. He didn't mind speculating with anyone of any age, for sure...

[trashmouthtozier]

It wasn't just that, it ...

[he sniffles.]

... Sometimes I got the feeling we had a lot in common. He talked really loud, but he was ... really nice.

[itsagazebo]

[It's a little while before Eddie comes back to the cabin... he's been helping interrogate a fucking raccoon, after all. But he comes trudging through the door, the weight of everything pulling him down. As soon as the door shuts he sniffs back a few tears of his own.

He was about to sit on his own bunk when he sees a lump in Richie's bed... a crying lump. Without saying a word, he crosses and sits next to his BFF, laying a hand on what he hopes is his shoulder.]

[trashmouthtozier]

[Richie comes out of his blanket cave just enough so that he can lean on Eddie. do they need words? really? he doesn't think they do. what would they even say?

"This is all so fucked up"? No duh.
"I can't believe he's dead"? Well, more like you can't believe he died today. We're all gonna die.
"I don't want to think about who did it"? Too bad, you have to.
"I don't want to do this anymore"? Your brain has rocks in it. Do it and find a way out, or die.
"I want to go home"? No duh.

either they've said it all before, or there's no point in saying it at all. so he just sniffles.]

[itsagazebo]

[Yeah... no words are needed. At least, not yet. He leans over Richie, enveloping in him in a hug. He can't hold back his tears anymore, and they start to slip down his cheeks, falling on Richie's blanket.]

[trashmouthtozier]

[they cry together like that for a while, and Richie wipes at his nose with the back of his hand and a huge snorting snuffle. he's a mess, of course, and he doesn't have any tissues]

Will you freak out if I use my blanket, or my pillowcase or whatever?

[it's the tiniest, weakest smile, but it's there]

[itsagazebo]

[He snorts a little, the smallest laugh he can manage]

No. I don't think it really fucking matters anymore, do you?

[trashmouthtozier]

Probably not.

[that wrenches another sob out of him, and he wipes his face on the corner of his bedsheets]

Eds ... I'm scared.

[yunolikebugs]

[Gonta's going to come and check on Richie. He's already run into Eddie, but...

He doesn't know who died... He doesn't want to see for himself.

So he gently knocks on the door... And waits. Anxiously.]

[trashmouthtozier]

[when no one else answers, he sniffs, pulls himself as together as he can, and calls out]

Unless you're a moose, get the fuck in here already...

[there's not nearly as much joy in the joke as he usually manages. he's tired.]

[yunolikebugs]

[Seems kind of rude... But he hears crying.

Gonta enters slowly... There's a terrified look in his eyes...

He walks over and sits next to Richie on the couch.]

... [He whimpers a bit.]

[trashmouthtozier]

[again, Gonta, have you met him. he slumps against Gonta, putting an arm around his back.]

... I hate this.

[yunolikebugs]

[Gonta returns the gesture.]

Gonta know... Really want it to stop.

[It's awful. It really is. At least Monokuma didn't bring everyone back as rocks... At least he didn't put rocks in everyone's heads...

But he also can't bear to imagine his dead classmates like Tal, or Lilith, or Kon- Gah! Neither of those experiences are good. Why can't they all just get the rock out of them and let everyone go home?!]

Gonta... Not know how many more deaths he gotta deal with. Not wanna solve murder anymore.

[trashmouthtozier]

Me, either. But ... tomorrow, at least? I'm gonna do the best I can. For Kanji.

[homeecspacecop]

[Chuuta looks... more pulled together than he has all week, more calm and focused. There's a pretty obvious, alien reason for that.]

Are you okay? [Chuuta asks, and Drew pushes his way into the blanket pile to get up close and personal with Richie's face.]

[trashmouthtozier]

[suddenly alien to the face. wut. it actually startles him out of his crying, and he blinks, reaching for his glasses.]

.... Drew. Chu.

No, I -

[he sniffles again]

It was Kanji.

[homeecspacecop]

[Drew rubs his face against Richie's, like he's some kind of cat.]

Yeah, we saw. [Chuuta didn't know Kanji well, but he seemed... nice. Nicer than he looked.] Are you okay?

[trashmouthtozier]

[he'll take it. he likes Drew, after all, and comfort is comfort]

No ... he was ... he was one of the first older kids to be cool to me, you know?

[the tears start again. HIS SENPAI IS GONE, CHUUTA]

Where I'm from, the older kids all pick on me. Kanji ... he liked me. He wanted to actually be friends.

[homeecspacecop]

... oh. [Chuuta gets it. He feels that way about Nine.]

I don't know why they needed so many nice people here. They could have just had people like Mitsuru-kun instead.

[trashmouthtozier]

Oh.

[talking about other people is a good distraction. he swipes at his cheeks]

He's ... kind of a jerk, if that's the Mitsuru you're talking about. Boa seems to think he's okay, though...