Third Investigation

[pleasureislanders]

[For the first time in several weeks, there is nothing to wake you from your slumber. No screaming walruses, no explosions, just silence.

A silence that would've been welcome, if not for the fact that the voices you've all been hearing in your head are notably quiet. Something is off. Maybe you can try and convince yourself that this is all just a dream, but as per the rules of the motive, someone must have killed last night.

As you stir yourself from your beds, the only thing for you all to do is investigate.]

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[primafacie]

[Uh, no thanks.

Are. Are there signs of a struggle here? Why's this knife here?]

[pleasureislanders]

[Well, not inside the laundromat, per se, but outside the laundromat, there are definitely a few trash cans knocked over. If she looks closely at the dirt, she can spot dark red speckles on the dirt road.

It's...probably safe to assume it's blood.]

[primafacie]

[Oof. We don't like that!

Is there anything else here?]

[pleasureislanders]

[Yep! Just one last thing--there are a few archeology books perched on top of the washing machines, one of which seems to have been opened and flipped upside down, as if someone were in the middle of reading it.]

[primafacie]

[RIP to Daisy's reading. We'd better take those, in case they're important.]