first investigation

[stagemanagers]

[Happy Friday, everyone! The end of a long week of traumatizing motives, meetings that become Come to Jesus meetings and a menagerie of cafe cryptids. All things considered, not a bad second week in a murder school.


The school feels calm and quiet as everyone rouses themselves from sleep but quiet can be awfully deceiving.]

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[stagemanagers]

[There's a plastic push-cart in here! Not really a weapon, but that doesn't belong in the locker room.]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[You're right! That doesn't belong here! Much like Cassandra, who can't really be bothered right now that she's in the boy's locker room.

Is there anything on this unfortunately-placed push cart? Does it look like it's just been abandoned here?]

[stagemanagers]

[There's nothing on it now - it's pretty much just been abandoned.]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Huh.

[Well, that's wonderful. Maybe someone ran Mumble over with a push-cart. Cassandra's mind is abuzz with possibilities for why this is even here, but none of them are good. It leaves her glancing back and force from the cart to Mumble's tended-to body.

Sigh. Time to keep looking. Anything else on the floor?]