Day 13: Investigation

[pandatreasure]

[Morning comes, and with it, a distinct sense of unease. The raccoons spared no feelings in their offers yesterday, and even tried to ensure a murderer could get away with it... Only if everything goes according to the raccoons' plans, though, and that hasn't really been the case so far, has it? Haven't you been doing so well these not-quite-two weeks?

In some cultures, thirteen is considered an unlucky number, you know.]

((Groups of 2-3 tops under each toplevel, please! We shouldn't need more than one person at each toplevel so please don't double up and give other people a chance to explore.

Recyclr
Shrine))

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[suppressthedark]

[God bless you, boyfriend. We slipped out from the yoke of our chaperones to go investigate a murder!

Though he doesn't say much, focusing on placing one foot in front of the other as they walk.]

....

[Please don't let there be a body in the place where the bodies get Buried, that's disrespectful (if convenient).]

[pandatreasure]

[The boys will notice, contrasting nicely against the green grass, a trail of pink drip-drip-drops leading from the entry to the greenhouse into the offshoot area with the pond.]

[purrtagonist]

[nnnnngh. . . pink is not red, but]

[shoots a glance at Ichigo, before approaching the pink drip-drip-drop trail and crouching down to to swipe a finger through it to see what it is. CROUCHING IS NOT EASY CONSIDERING INJURIES, but somehow he manages by putting all of his weight onto his good leg and his knee]

[suppressthedark]

[Yeah fuck, that's probably not good.

While Akira kneels down (and he pauses to make sure the other can get back up), Ichigo continues to walk forward - though it feels like his guts are twisting into knots.]

[pandatreasure]

[Drip drip drop.

The pink trail leads to a puddle in the greenhouse. The puddle leaks into the pond, staining it a light pastel. And in the middle of it lies...

Tycoon.

Yeah.

He's surrounded by like four bottles of what...appear to be...Pepto Bismol? The labels have been scratched off so you can't be sure, but, like. It definitely smells and looks like it.

There's some pink fluid dripping from his mouth. His robot body is sparking a little.]

1/2

[purrtagonist]

[OKAY TIME TO FUCKING LEAVE]

[purrtagonist]

[okay no j/k he's hobbling forward to the edge of the puddle, and reaches out to. . . poke Tycoon's sparking body with his crutch]

Didn't he die after gorging himself on pudding once, too?

[suppressthedark]

[Oh my god, he doesn't know if he should be impressed, annoyed, or glad they didn't fucking find a dead body.

Ichigo just sighs, leaning against a nearby tree and sliding down it to sit.]

Yeah, he did. Wonder if he realizes he's not goddamn waterproof.

[He's. so tired.]

[purrtagonist]

[poke poke pppppoke. does it count as raccoon bullying when the raccoon is DEAD. idly debating just whacking his body across the area like it's a giant raccoon-shaped golf ball, too]

Probably not. Maybe if he dies enough times he'll eventually stop re-spawning.

[suppressthedark]

[Hon please stop poking at the raccoon, it might blow up...]

Leave him alone for now - not like he's not going to just show up again, and I don't trust his body not to suddenly explode in a bunch of knives or something.

[Aka come here Akira!!]

[purrtagonist]

[THE RACCOONS NEVER SAID THEY WERE EXPLOSIVES]

Don't you think a good game of "kick the raccoon corpse" would make for great stress relief?

[suppressthedark]

Might count as 'bullying', remember?

[purrtagonist]

[GROOOOOANS]

[. . .]

[shoves the PEPTO BISMAL COVERED RACCOON CORPSE one last time before. hobbling over to Ichigo]

This is stupid.

[suppressthedark]

[Give him a second, he's got to get back up since he stupidly sat down.

Ow ow ow ow sitting was a dumb decision]

Y-ngh-Yeah. Looks like we got lucky today, though.

[Since, you know. they didn't find any bodies.]

[purrtagonist]

[tilts his crutch in Ichigo's direction so he can use it as leverage to help himself up. YOU SILLY GOOSE, YOU]

As far as luck goes in this place, anyway.

. . . are you okay?

[suppressthedark]

[HE REFUSES TO USE IT because he doesn't want to knock Akira over.

He's a shonen, he's fine]

I'm fine.

...I'm not looking forward to any news, though.

[Since the raccoons didn't have a hissyfit over the loudspeakers, he means.]

[purrtagonist]

[aha. yeah, he noticed that, too]

It's going to come whether we like it or not.

Come on; let's get out of here.

[the wintergreen scent is making him sick]

[suppressthedark]

[He hates everything but SURE. FINE. He's already walking out the door.]

....Think the smell'll stick to us?

[WINTERGREEN IS AWFUL?]

[purrtagonist]

[limping after him. ugh, having to use a crutch sucks]

Not if I make us some coffee to get rid of it.

[suppressthedark]

[He's hanging onto the wall, so he's not doing the greatest either.]

You and your coffee...maybe Will's right about you.

[Joking, obviously. But he flashes a bright grin over his shoulder at Akira as he walks.]

[purrtagonist]

[they're both clearly winners, here. he snorts]

Don't even joke about that, Ichigo.

[suppressthedark]

First step to recovery is admitting you have a problem, right?

[That sly look is back....]

[purrtagonist]

True, but the second step is admitting that you want to fix the problem.

I'm pretty content to live out the rest of my life as a caffeine addict.