GAME 3 - Day 4

[protoshepherd]

[ And the deaths continue. If you go to the study today, you'll find prosecutor Myriam Scuttlebutt on the ground with a broken neck, her body laying next to a stepladder. Did she fall, or was she pushed? Who knows... One thing you do know is this: there is a photo printed out next to her, one of someone with a pompadour's silhouette.

What you do know is you're not safe. You need to get rid of the guilty party. And Proto Badger will politely remind you of it, too. ]

Trial later. Prepare.

[ Also, hey. Where's Bobby Fulbright? ]

Comments

[decrescendos]

[He had taken to being more paranoid and thorough with his investigations, and lo and behold! He comes across the grisly scene with little surprise. Sure, it's still shocking to find a dead body even after all these years, but what really surprises him is the picture he comes across. ]

Oh fuck, oh god...

[deverybeste]

[And here's another investigator! One who isn't very good at investigating, but gosh darn is he going to try. His gaze was stuck on Myriam's body, trying to look at the scene from all angles. When Daryan speaks up, he seems to start out of his own musings.]

Hah? What?

[decrescendos]

[Oh shi- someone's here. As he turns, his boot automatically steps on top of the photo, in hopes that the person intruding won't spot it.]

What? Nothing!

[deverybeste]

[Sebastian... does not spot it. He got distracted by the swish of that pompadour.]

Why were you cursing? Were you good friends with the victim?

[decrescendos]

[The mighty white-tipped shark swings its distracting white point to lure in prey or confuse incoming attackers. He tries not to bare his teeth at him, but he doesn't visibly chill out either.]

N... Nah, It's just. [Think think think-] Another fuckin' body, man, you know? There's barely any of us left. I mean, com'n, we offed the one guy we thought it was and we were obviously wrong.