Week 2 - April 13th

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Week 2: Investigation

The Sergeant's deadline is tonight. An offer to get in contact with people you know, yet also a threat. Given how fed up he was, it's unlikely he's joking about the kind of cruelty he's willing to go through for the sake of getting what he wants.

That's why it may not be so surprising that, early in Friday morning, there's this air of tension, despite the bright sun in the sky. It doesn't help that a firetruck and a couple patrolcars race through the streets, passing in front of the motel and going west. The reason why is clear after a single glance:

There's a thick column of black smoke emanating from somewhere inside the Junkyard.

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[doublelammy]

[. . .]

Welp. That sure is a dead body.

[Nailed it!]

[robitussin]

...Thank you, Millium. You are a treasure as always.

[doublelammy]

I do my best.

[Listen, she's not poking it, that has to count for something.]

[carbide]

A corpse, as they're often called.

[olympia...]

[doublelammy]

Yup. Extra crispy, too.

[Millium...]

[carbide]

He liked not dying. He must have been disappointed.

[what the hell is wrong with these two]

[doublelammy]

Well, I guess he's a little too dead to care, now.

[Emotionless girl duumvirate?]

[relieable]

[girls, please! he's about to lose his dinner, here]

Oi!

[doublelammy]

[Hm?]

Oh.

Hey, Oso. You look kinda green...

[GEE, MILLIUM! WONDER WHY?]

[relieable]

Th-that guy... he had a family, you know! He had a ton of brothers!

[he's all for jokes, but jfc]

[doublelammy]

[Oh.]

...Ah. I didn't know that part. Sorry.

[If anything, she sounds more upset at upsetting Osomatsu.]

I didn't really know him. I think we only talked once or twice...

[So to her, he's not really a person. Just... a thing. A crispy, dead thing.]

[relieable]

[he just scowls for a moment, before turning away and leaving, wrapping his arms around his stomach. this was a bit too much. he needs to get some fresh air.

he can't believe they're expected to solve this crime themselves. just what kind of sadist is that Sergeant?!]

[doublelammy]

[Perhaps she's just doomed to upset him, even if she wants to get along.

...

To investigating, then. There's nothing else to be done about this now.]

[carbide]

Maybe we shouldn't discuss the corpse now.

[it seems to be inflicting a status ailment]

[doublelammy]

Mm.

We'll have plenty of time tomorrow, anyway.

[yonosoymaria]

He did have a name, miss.

[He should have just stayed shut up in his room, but no, he dragged himself out here after all, and arrived just in time to hear THAT.]

[doublelammy]

Yeah. Moloch. I read the guestbook.

[And she's still not seeming all that distressed.]

Whatever you wanna call 'im, he's charcoal now.

[yonosoymaria]

You're... used to this, then.

[He isn't so much distressed as disgusted by the situation, himself.]

[doublelammy]

Yeah.

People die all the time. Sure, it's sad, but I didn't even really know him.

So right now, to me, he's just a body, n' that's it.

[yonosoymaria]

That's - well, it's true he's no longer in there, but a body is a body, it once held a soul, it shouldn't just be spoken of like... I don't know.

[doublelammy]

[An owlish stare.]

But it doesn't anymore.

[As if that solves the problem.]

[yonosoymaria]

Yes, but... we're at an impasse, aren't we. He's dead either way, you're right.

[doublelammy]

[She just blinks at him slowly, like she genuinely doesn't understand, but lets it drop.]