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Week 0 - March 31st
Week 0: Investigation
The deadline is fast approaching and the one thing that should be on everyone’s minds is, “what’s going to happen now?” Last night there was a strong thunderstorm, and thanks to it the air still feels cold, moist, and even a little murky. Droplets of water cover many surfaces outside, and there are few clouds hanging in the sky. It’s rather fitting weather given, in just a few hours, all of your lives will be claimed. Have you made peace with this seemingly unavoidable outcome?
Whether you have or haven’t, it would appear your musings are doomed to be interrupted. Outside the motel sirens can be heard as a patrol car zooms by. Maybe nothing’s wrong, and maybe it’s something unrelated to everyone’s current situation.
...but, even if it is, how many of you can really sit around and do nothing? The events of the 30th proved how eager to help some of you are—enough so to put even your own lives in danger.
Abruptly, the patrol car makes a sharp turn and disappears out of sight.
Whether you have or haven’t, it would appear your musings are doomed to be interrupted. Outside the motel sirens can be heard as a patrol car zooms by. Maybe nothing’s wrong, and maybe it’s something unrelated to everyone’s current situation.
...but, even if it is, how many of you can really sit around and do nothing? The events of the 30th proved how eager to help some of you are—enough so to put even your own lives in danger.
Abruptly, the patrol car makes a sharp turn and disappears out of sight.

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Looks like everything is okay in the motel]
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In that case, she's gonna make her way out of the motel, through the park and toward the ice cream parlor.
Because you know how you deal with pesky emotions? You drown them in sugar. That's what you do.
Unless you find something on the way...?]
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You break 'em just like you break everything else.
Into the park she goes. Anything noteworthy?]
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Recognizing Millium from the group, he follows.]
"Do not cross", eh? Has something new happened?
[Not that he would be surprised, considering the everything else...]
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[Is it even morning? Who knows.]
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[...okay, Will. What was the point of asking if something happened, then.]
But yes, that's for the best. Considering what was expected of us today, this may not be a random disturbance...
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Thankfully, that won't be necessary. Once Millium enters the park and goes through one of the paths, she'll find something: during the night there was a strong thunderstorm, but it seems it didn't completely wash out the blood on part of a stone path very well. It's faint, but it's there.
A few more bits of dried blood lead towards a cluster of trees not too far away from there]
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...
She swallows. This is not the first time she's seen blood.
Onward, toward the trees.
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It's a head. Just the head, nothing else]
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Whose head is it...?]
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But the head is here. Just by looking at the head anyone could tell this wasn’t a pleasant death. The person’s face is frozen in a grimace, their eyes wide open, pupils contracted, and their mouth hanging open. It might be comical if the person were alive. … then again, maybe some of you find it comical even though they’re not. The fact its own ponytail is what's tying it to a branch gives it rather morbid touch that can be easily missed, a detail more in an already grisly scene.
It’s a small mercy that the face is easily identifiable despite the lack of body. Many of you have seen this person more than once in the last few days.
Lovepon is dead.]
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Holy hell that sure is one decapitated Lovepon. Everyone else should come check it out.]
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What ha- [...oh. That. That sure is a head, so let's just double down on the screaming. She just got here and is even tearing up already. Someone probably should usher her away from it all.]
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...Dear god.
[ ...And putting two and two together in her head, she rushes back toward the pond, assuming there's nothing on the way there she might notice. ]
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Oh.
And yet, his reaction is nowhere near as startled. The most he does is let out a sigh. It's easy to discern that he's long-desensitized to something like this.]
What a mess...
[This was the one who kept screeching about executions, if he recalls correctly. An unfortunate turn of events for her, then.]
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No...
[The freezing up is only momentary, but it's clear Shepard isn't exactly...taking this well. Or processing the identity of the person's head. He's walking forward now, shouting the name April.
Someone stop him from taking the head please.]
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K...
[ She approached the tree, having seen Millium there. She was not, however, prepared for what Millium was looking at. ]
KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
[ She took several steps back, before falling backwards. There was a head in the tree... A human head...!
She covered her face and started to sob. ]
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He stops in his tracks for just a moment. This....is unsettling. He told her shouting about execution left and right wasn't a good idea - maybe not in that general a way but under the circumstances? It seemed obvious.]
...She was the one yelling about executing someone. [Well he sure sounds calm.]
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waver is practically gasping for air but the sight of the head takes away any breath in his lungs. it brings back a wave of terrible memories that he tries to keep at bay on a daily basis.
he takes a shuddering breath...and drags a hand down his face. ]
How horrible.
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Looks like you'll have to return to the pond later]
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What's the water smell like? Red algae? Faint iron tinge of spilled blood? Something else entirely?
...Okay, so someone did scream. We'll come back to this. ]
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[He'd been on his way to the diner, but...oh no. He's here now, too.
Please let this just be something simple. Like a rabid shark.]