Day 17 - WHODUNNIT?

[pandatrash]

[It's that time again! The Great Detective has been killed, so put those little grey cells to work and find the culprit!]

[Most of the flooding has been stopped as well, though it's uncomfortably damp just about everywhere. Looks like the raccoons only half-assed their cleanup.]

[Speaking of half-assed, where's Tycoon? I mean, broken ones, sure, but has anybody seen him up and about? Looks like you guys might be flying blind this time around...]

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[maege]

[THUMBS UP!!! she's real excited about having an alibi this time okay]

[theyregooddogs]

[thumbs up]

Thanks, Mae.

[maege]

Don't even mention it, least I could do! Literally the least, it was, what, ten letters?

[theyregooddogs]

Yeah, ten. Be careful the next night too, okay?

[maege]

That was a joke. I know I'm not the smartest but I swear I can count.

[buuut her smile softens]

It's a deal, but only if you are, too.

[theyregooddogs]

And I'm not the best with jokes. Sorry to ruin it.

I'll try. It's lucky number six.

[maege]

I will try but make no promises to not get in the way. For real, though, here's hoping you get to win your safety.

[theyregooddogs]

And Baxter and Lucy.

[or some raccoons are going to die]

[maege]

Obviously. Hey, anyone even thinks about causing those fluffy angels harm and they are in for a world of problems.

[theyregooddogs]

[small, surprised laugh]

No one is going to hurt them. You don't have to get the mace out.

[maege]

[she got a laugh out of mister no jokes yesssssss]

I mean, when lightning isn't an option, swords are more my go-to [she doesn't know what that kind of mace is, also she's still been carrying a sword on her belt for dayssss] but I need you and them to know that if anything even comes close to happening I'm ready to go.

[theyregooddogs]

[hush, player enjoys tiny pink girls with maces]

I have that feeling. Not sure how to translate it to them, but I'll let you take care of that yourself.

[maege]

[tiny pink girls with big scary weapons is honestly my entire character type tbh, this one's scary weapon is just entire lightning storms]

Good. We can start with pets, where's the best boy in the whole wide world at?

[theyregooddogs]

My room. I was making sure the coast was clear and free of fish before setting him loose.

[maege]

Far be it from me to stage a jailbreak, but I'm trusting you to tell me when he's allowed freedom and fetch.

[theyregooddogs]

Go for it. If you could grab Lucy and meet me in the kitchen, it'd save time.

[maege]

To think that you would have the nerve to ask me to go so far out of my way, but if it really is so tough a job to have to go through the struggle of petting a dog and a hamster, if someone has to do it, then I'll take on the burden.

[she's already halfway out of the room. pets pets pets pets pets]

See you in five.

[DOG!!!!!]

[theyregooddogs]

[to himself:] Or less . . .

[she'll get over mock outrage when she tastes will graham's actual good cooking: fish!!!]

[maege]

[She has never been less angry in her entire life, or at least in the past two weeks? Maybe "or more" instead though because she gets distracted petting the puppy when he first sees him tbh, and also Lucy needs some scritches too!! And Mae is looking oh-so thrilled when she shows up with the fluff brigade in tow; good cooking is honestly just going to be the cherry on top of this situation where she has an alibi, and her living friends stayed that way, and she has animals to pet, and things are sort of okay in murder school comparatively speaking with these factors in mind.]

[theyregooddogs]

[cute, grilling shark over here]

You can put Lucy on the counter. Baxter's all yours then.