[Dangan] Free Association: Part One. Day 6: "Graduation Day"

[Florien]

Talk further: [2]

No, no, he was a great guy, don't know who'd be out for him. Look, I need to get back to work, unlike the other guard, I'm contracted out to both companies, not just Strickland, so I've got twice the patrol route.

Anaheim heads back to block 1.

[Cassie]

Anaheim >snoozes early.

[Florien]

Night is descending fast. You've got an hour before darkness arrives and, most likely, shootouts start.

[Kennifer]

In that case Terezi's gonna

>Find somewhere safe to spend the night, blocking doors or whatever if she needs to.

[Despair's Archon of Memes]

Wood Man decides to... >take a rest at a room in Block 1's hotel and call it a day.

[PointMaid]

Five sighs, but is also going to

> Find somewhere very secure and defensible to spend the night.

[Cassie]

>lock the room you're in, which is on the second floor.

[The Map Maker]

>Go to a room in the first floor and lock the door.

[Florien]

People start to move around.

[10] French Terezi starts boarding up windows and doors in the apartment building. Soon, she's trapped within her own room, and seeing... rather, smelling, murderers in every corner.

Wood man makes it back to block 1 safe.

[9] Runner Five finds a very secure and safe spot, so secure and safe that someone would have to manually track her down to find her.

[5] Anaheim locks his door.

[6] Seven locks his door.

[Despair's Archon of Memes]

>go to the third floor, get a room, and lock the door

[Florien]

Wood man SHUTS THAT DOOR [10] Deadbolts, sliders, chains, and a couch, all are used in the process. Safe from the outside, perhaps, but what about within?

[Cassie]

A pizzicato melody can be heard from inside the room Anaheim locked himself in.

[The Map Maker]

"Aw man, what a day..."

Seven knew that someone's life would end if he did nothing, but he also knew that acting without any plans is tantamount to suicide.

He also decided that he would report his findings tomorrow.

>Go to sleep.

[Kennifer]

44444444444 >:[

>...Are there actually MURDERERS in here or does it just smell like it? Either way it's sword cane time.

[Florien]

[10] There are definitely murderers boarded in with French Terezi. At least, she certainly thinks so, as she wildly flails with the sword cane, cutting deep grooves in the walls, tearing at wallpaper, and generally losing the security deposit on the place.

[Zanreo]

B-sha goes to >find a room in the hotel on 2nd floor, borading it up

[wingedcatgirl]

Sariel goes over the information they've gathered with Squid Ink Cookie.

"This is what we've worked out so far. Any bright ideas?"

Maybe... Jane Doe... did it...
The Squid was taking a shot in the dark, but had a hunch at the same time.

"... isn't she the victim? Wait, it's getting too late -"

Sariel finds a nice safe place to lock up for the night.

Squid Ink Cookie can come with them if they want.

[Zanreo]

* or apartments or whatever. Also "borading" was obviously meant to say "boarding"

[Florien]

[8] B-Sha does not enter into the state of hyperparanoia which prevents escape routes should things go wrong, and boards up the door and window, while cleverly leaving a secret escape route unknown to the public.

[1] Sariel's standards of "safe" are a bit off, it seems. A dark alley in the catkin is hardly a safe place to be. Or maybe it's safer than it appears? Most likely not.

And with that, the sun sets over Tripford City. DM night actions to me, they'll be processed as soon as I am able to get to them. (I will be at work for a few hours in a bit). The sun rises again at 2PM Pacific on Saturday. (68ish hours from now.)

[Florien]

As dawn breaks at 5:44 AM, no one looking, the unmistakable sound of a shotgun going off echoes through block 7. Somehow, the killer managed to evade Snap, Kaikoku, Squid Ink Cookie, Mathra, Dr. Fischer, and Lynne, all of whom were on the block at the time, and kill again.

Just to let you know, none of you have turned up dead, so I suppose you're no closer to graduating. Please don't keep me waiting, I would rather like to get back to important work rather than indulge you for some decision you don't remember making.

It takes a few minutes for the group to find the body, arriving at 6:30 AM, but the medical examiner is already come and gone by then, and the reports have been printed in sexdectuplicate.

Here you go. This one was an easy enough victim to get a name for, considering... well... it's right there.

C.M.E. Report for Victim #22

Victim is Clark Eastman, a city sewer worker.

Victim was killed by a shotgun shot (buckshot) to the chest, and was stabbed antemortem.

Victim was killed at 5:45 AM or thereabouts.

CSI has not issued a report yet.

-C.M.E. McCastle

[Zanreo]

"Hey, none of us being dead is a good thing! This poor guy, on the other hand, though...

>examine stab wound

[Kennifer]

Terezi once again has her face right up to the report, sniffing it carefully.

[wingedcatgirl]

"If the killer got past all of you, then either there was a way in you don't know about, or they were already here."

Sariel searches for that first thing.

[PointMaid]

Runner Five is startled out of... wherever she'd been hiding for the night.

A... city sewer worker? Maybe it was connected to what he was working on.

She >Tries to track down his boss at the city public works and figure out what he was working on at the time. Or was he just heading to work?

[Despair's Archon of Memes]

Wood Man emerges out of the hotel, all the while, looking carefully at the report handed to him...

Another shotgun... Why is this a theme?