week 2 - investigation

[vicedirector]

seven vices case 2 - investigation ♫ friday On Friday morning, everyone will wake up with all of their crippling paranoia gone. Or, well, as much as they had before coming here (looking at you, Inaba). Anyone heading out into the lobby will notice that the mirror is gone. And that can only mean one thing. >Investigate? cast setting

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[fourleafcleaver]

[Honestly if he had left that there long enough she would have taken it, just, without even thinking about it; good call.]

Mmh... Or really early in the morning. After everything gets cleaned and replaced, anyway. [SLUUUUUURP she's getting more coffee brewing in the pot already] Not enough cream, and— [tilts her head back and just CHUGS THE REST OF THE CONTENTS OF HER COFFEE MUG] —mmf, the coffee maker should've been in the cabinet...

[hopefragment]

Yeah, you're right.

[Just kind of watches her with her coffee, shaking his head in mild wonder. But no, this is serious. Maybe?]

Who stops and makes something to drink at night, especially in the face of everything... that's been going on here, these past few days especially?

[Going to look through the rest of the kitchen now that he has some coffee in hand, paying special attention to anything else that might be out of place or missing.]

[fourleafcleaver]

Well, I guess if you're down here anyway... [Like if you're storing up food for some kind of shitty apocalypse bunker, or DOING A MURDER] May as well brew up a cup, you know?

...I hope everyone's okay. [But the way she mutters it into her empty mug sounds defeated, like she knows it's stupid to even think.]

[vicedirector]

[ Before he investigates the rest of the kitchen: the mug and spoon have a strange smell about them.

Everything else is in order, however. ]

[hopefragment]

[OOP WAIT can't move on yet, gotta pick up this mug at the faint whiff of something weird, cautiously picking up it up try to place the smell.

Here Clover, want to sniff the spoon? He offers it to her as if this is completely normal.]

I guess, but don't you think this one smells kind of weird?

[Just... not answering whether or not everyone is okay. There's no way.]

[vicedirector]

[ They're both faintly chemical. ]

[fourleafcleaver]

[Her face goes right from sad frowning to scrunched up in confusion to scrunched up in distaste, like, a second at a time. She isn't awake enough to make rude comments about his social gracelessness.]

I guess? [SNIFF SNIFF] Yeah, actually. Like—I dunno. Definitely nothing I'd be drinking. Definitely not coffee.

[hopefragment]

I don't know, but... we'd better make sure these don't get washed by mistake.

[Just in case, he shoves the mug into his jacket pocket. Look, he thought he might have to go outside, let him wear his coat first thing in the morning.

He does hesitate, though, lips twisting in an uncertain grimace.]

But... yeah. I hope everyone's okay, too. I really do.

[fourleafcleaver]

Oh. Ohh! [It takes her a second. She's dumping more sugar into her next cup of coffee as she speaks.] Good thinking. [She takes a few tiny slurping sips, puts the coffee mug down, and starts dumping cream in it.]

I'm glad you're all right, anyway. [SLUUUUURRRRP] Who else could I count on to shove weird-smelling used silverware in my face?

[clover no that was so close to being nice]