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cradleproject2016-06-24 02:29 am
WEEK THREE - Investigation
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friday (?) survivors ![]() Friday, and the paranoia that comes with it, inches up your spine like a scorpion searching for prey. The circles around your eyes are as black as space itself, and it's difficult to remember how much sleep you have gotten in the last 72 hours. No alarm comes today. Perhaps you are unsure if that is a blessing or a curse. You feel too wary to leave your room, but you know you will have to eventually. You can only stay here for 12 hours. But you become conscious of your vulnerability, more aware of your blindspots. It becomes difficult to move, paralyzing, taxing on your mind to interact with the physical world — you would rather retreat into your thoughts. Tentatively, you leave your safe haven. taken list profiles setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_ |



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[ Adam is more interested in the small holes around the crushed plants (you monsters). Does it look like soil subsidence or are they finger-sized? ]
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It looks like Adelina's grabbed a pair of dogtags on a chain. The dogtags are bloodstained, but the name on them is still visible - they read RALEIGH BECKETT.
Neither - the tiny holes are spread out in an uneven pattern, go fairly deep into the dirt, and are about the size of a ballpoint tip. ]
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Be careful if you guys step here. There's footprints.
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Raleigh Beckett was the name of the last victim, was it not?
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[ He can't say for sure. But going back to the small holes, he's going to count how many there are first, try to memorize the pattern, then dig one up to see if there's anything there. ]
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There's a lot of small holes, maybe near a hundred or so - too many for Adam to count. The pattern's spread out over a couple of feet. When he digs one up, he'll find a tiny pellet made of what appears to be some kind of red-colored metal.]
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[ taking note of the shoe size, she'll rise up to move and see what adam is looking at. ]
What did you find?
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[glancing over to peek at adam's findings as well]
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Have you seen something like this before? Could it have come from the turret?
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No, I haven't... But that sounds like it would make sense! A turret is a rapid fire thing, right? There's no way someone could shoot that much on their own.
[ she's quiet for a moment. ]
I guess the next big question is where all of the blood came from.
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If they're all looking around, one of them may notice something in the grass about fifteen feet or so away from the scene.]
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Guys... Over there.
[ she'll point in the general direction that is fifteen feet away, and won't hesitate to jog over to it. ]
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but she'll kneel down and take one of them in her hands, examining them with a furrowed brow. ]
They're bullet shells. [ and to adam: ] Does it look like they match what you found?
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Then he'll compare the pellet and the bullet shell. Could they have come from the same place? Does the length of it suggest a firearm larger than a handgun? ]
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The body's gotta be around here somewhere.
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[frowns]
Adam, you were in the shed already to get the shovel, weren't you?
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This is from something bigger, like a shotgun, by the way. These two do look similar.
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