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Exploring: Trophy Block
Dectective Tsifer is on the case.

Uneven Darth Vader breathes could be heard as Eridia searched for answers. Useful answers. She scavenged the place like she did with the mailboxes in the city. There were no guest at the moment, which was good. The child was in the verge of crying. Was that how she would looked like if Leeroi and Psygki won against her back then? Anything conspiring above one's blood rank was murder to her. Her lusus followed her around, honding her belongings as she prepared to properly investigate. She grabbed a half used notebook or book. To be honest she wasn't sure what it was but it could be written on. Finding something to write with was a whole different story. These were essentially needed to record what happened before and what could happen next in this very room. She had to keep the act, Eridia had to make others think she was helping out rather than doing her job.
First thing's first. She had to write down what her instincts told her. The suspects, their possible reasons to murder. As she was about to write down, a unpleasant thought came to mind. Did that included Gerard? He's refined and a purpleblood, despite all the scandals. Eridia didn't believe in any of them just so she could conserve her image of him. Though the flask... What did it really contained? Eridia shook her head, normally she could decided which was the most possible outcome. "What is wrong with me!" She shouted. She was truly desperate to achieve unjustified self-depression. It was her best option and for that she convinced herself she was highly affected by the loss. She purposely started thinking at her own possible death, using that as a reason to be upset about all of this. With that in mind, she had her cover and no more details would escape her grasp now.
First thing that called her attention was the photo frames decorating the walls. She looked at them one by one and dedicated each a specific amount of time to inspect it. Eridia wrote down what each image represented. They were all of Erilyn of course, this was their hive. She looked for dust on them, which was highly unlikely. "Maybe if they wanted to hide one of these pictures, then it would be dusty. Or perhaps the clue lies...inside?" She said, sounding like a true detective who enjoyed hearing their own voice. The child decided to take some of the photo frames and open them up. A clue could be hidden inside of one, that was possible.

Obviously Alifax was well aware that he wasn't the only one that'd decided to search in this area, but that was fine. He scooted directly south just because it gave him somewhere to start.

Of course, he was now in the most useless part of the hive. This was probably where the performances were supposed to have been. It wasn't very likely that he'd find anything at all, but of course the rug caught his eye, because it covered so much area. There were several things at work here, of course, and the first few things that mattered were things that could easily hide information. He unrolled it to see whether it hid any sort of information underneath. Besides, it was one of the pieces of information that'd be most useful: if it'd already been pushed out of the way, no one would think to redundantly search it again.

He scanned the floor underneath it with worry. He wasn't sure exactly what he'd been expecting - a trapdoor, or something hidden?

Well. Regardless, the next thing to check behind was the curtains, which fairly evidently lacked function. He ran his fingers through the hair on the back of his neck - he really wanted to get these stupid horn covers off of him - as he pulled the curtains to the side as deftly as he could manage. There was a number of curtains, but again: once they'd been drawn out of the way, it would be quite evident to anyone else who followed afterward that they'd already been searched. Wasn't it important to leave a record of what had already been done, so that no one had any issues communicating in future? Besides, they needed to figure out how those mutants had gotten in, probably...

He probably should've started in the nutrition block. Regret pooled in his stomach, but he'd already walked all this way. There was no turning back now.

That task finally done with, he glanced over the rest of the decoration in the room. He wasn't much concerned with most of it, but there were a couple things he could look through later.

He was gonna keep trekking through this outgrowth while he could.

He found the narrow hall easily enough, and emerged in a shiny-looking room with a small purpleblood already in it. She was examining some photographs: nodding quickly at her, Alifax bustled over to investigate the other probable source of pertinent information. He didn't really know anything about Awassi, after all, and he hoped that some insight into their past would prove helpful for the task at hand. Who here had been invited by Awassi personally? Who was here at the Queen's behest? If anything other than those photos might tell, it was the records case, which he sifted through with the patience of someone who actually enjoyed reading nonfiction. Because he was Alifax Bunsem, and he did. Of course, this seemed to consist of medals and trophies more than anything else, but he had the military knowledge at least to recognize that Awassi'd had some significant military accomplishments. Huh.

After a few minutes of reading, he spoke up. "Any of the other guests show up in those photographs?" he called to the block's other current inhabitant. That'd be interesting information, wouldn't it? Although it was probably too much to hope that the photographs were captioned.

Exploring: Trophy Block > Ball block
Dectective Tsifer is on the case. Investigation: 2/3

"Some faces are recognizable but..." She exhaled, thinking if she should be sharing such information. The highblood shook her head, this could somewhat be a chance for recognition yet it wasn't right, her gut told her so. As she was about to open up another picture and answer the other, Eridia noticed three picture-shaped voids on the wall. Where were the frames? Obviously someone didn't want them to be hanged. She opened her mouth and later closed it, hands touching the voids as she wondered whether to trust him or not.. "Looks like someone took some pictures." She mumbled, her tone was loud enough for him to hear. Her eyes were fixed at the marks, and inspecting the pictures outlines. Eridia drew the shapes on her notes and made a mental picture of it just in case. Hands still touching the perfect outlines. It only happens with mold.. very unlikely, oxidation and... ash...

Ash, smoke!

"Isn't there a chandelier back there stranger?" Eridia slightly thinking about the other and heading to the ballblock to inspect the chandelier. IIts light casted throughout the ball block. It also glimmered beautifully. Awassi had such good taste, she was jealous! The highblood snapped back to reality and noticed was at the hallway entrance. She squinted her eyes to observe the item from her current distance. No good, she had to be nearer. Eridia first looked at it from different perspectives and walked underneath the great chandelier afterwards. The canopy seemed secured, yet the idea of the murderer having a back up plan went up her spine in the form of a chill. She shook her head and proceeded to look at its many arms and bobeches. Maybe something was up there, out of everyone's reach. "Something must be up there... I just know it!"

After conferring with Nahori Alifax returned to the southern outgrowth, keeping his notebook close at hand. The purpleblood was still here.

He moved carefully into the ballblock's lounge area, running his hands over the soft fabric of some of the chaises for a moment before turning to the Victrola. Strange that it was here considering there'd been a rumpus planned with live entertainment - although perhaps a dance hadn't been on the schedule. No, wait - Alifax glanced back through his notes. There'd been a silent auction planned in particular block, and Alifax could see no evidence of the items being auctioned off, or a stage having been set up at all. Although in all fairness, Alifax didn't really know how auctions worked, never having attended one. Perhaps he could...ask the queen?

Ha. Unlikely. But it might be his best source of information, since she actually knew what the party's schedule had been. Stranger still was her assumption that the culprit was one of the adult invites, although perhaps she knew more about the culled seadweller than Alifax did. Or perhaps it'd been a framing.

Well, if it was, Alifax certainly wasn't going to voice his concerns.

He continued examining the Victrola for a few moments before heading to the piano, which was probably more likely to hold any hastily-hidden evidence. It had an entire soundboard hidden from view, after all. Alifax lifted its cover on both ends, running a hand down the keys and wincing when it produced noise. Well, it wasn't like he was hiding the fact that he was here from that purpleblood. She was welcome to come search too.

But it was probably time to head back to the trophy block. There'd been quite a few things he hadn't even bothered looking over, and it was worth a shot now. Once he arrived, though, he had a little more trouble figuring out what he wanted to examine. The taxidermied creatures were of interest largely because it'd been hard to escape the seadweller's booming guffaws about orphaning. The crest - presumably Awassi's - held its own interest. He'd almost certainly examine it later, whether or not someone else did.

Well. It was a little stranger to see the taxidermied antlerbeast-head, and it matched his current horn covers, so there was at least a little humor in searching it next. He headed over to brush his fingers over its surface. Surely he'd notice if there was anything strange here, right? He hoped so. He didn't tend to hunt antlerbeast a lot, though - there was an awful lot of meat on those things, and he only really fed himself. It'd never have been prudent. Still, he was at least a bit knowledgeable about medicine, from that first encounter with Schrad, and he knew a bit about animal parts. Maybe that'd help him see something unusual?

Probably not, but it was better to look it over than not.

Exploring: Ball Block > Trophy block
Dectective Tsifer is on the case. Investigation: 3/3

After staring for a prolonged time at the chandelier, Eridia's efforts delivered themselves in the form of a security camera at its base. She smiled, her guts were always... sometimes right. Her concentration was cut off when the sound of the pain hit her spongeclots. How long had she been staring upwards?

"Hey, is that you stranger?" The child said to Alifax, prepared to get one last look before writing down what she had found. Then her eyes automatically glared at the troll who addressed to her, sniffnode wrinkled as she saw she and Hazmas shared the same space. She cracked her neck to relax her tensioned muscles and put both hands on her hips.

"Thought I smelt something rotten come in." She said plainly, no smirking whatsoever. "What do you want whiny? Here to steal Awassi's stuff?" Eridia went back to the trophy block to get another look at her evidence. She didn't care if the other followed, not that he would since it was noticeable he couldn't stand her. In the end, almost no one could.

Eridia took the narrow corridor and saw the redblood inspecting several items at his own pace. She noticed how his horn covers matched with the taxidermied antlerbeast-head and a light chuckle escaped her lips. "I saw something up there, just need someone to help me get some use out of it." She said somewhat expecting him to help her as she headed towards the crest.

Her focus was all over the crest, now that was something notable to observe. Her hands trailed the rims of the object delicately as she made her mental notes. The possible materials used, its appearance... She also looked for anything behind it, without taking it down, and around it that could serve as a clue. With her pen at hand, Eridia softly tapped the crest to see if it was hollow inside. She stared again at the surface, thinking something could be hidden inside... or at its surface yet with the current lighting in was impossible for her to concentrate. The lights still flickered.

Maybe the red blood had seen a lighting device or something. "Hmm..." Idly scratching a horn, Eridia decided to walked back towards Alifax, tugging on his shirt to get his attention. "Hey, have you seen a flashlight somewhere around here? I can't really look at it with this light." Again, the light flickered where the crest was.

Maybe the greenblood had some junk that could help. "Hey stink breath! Are you gonna stand there and do nothing? I need a light source over here!" The child shouted at Hazmas, she knew that her voice was loud enough for the other to hear.

The piano is very tempting to play. As you step over to it, you make an effort to see what secrets it may hold... [!]

The old instrument has been outfitted with the most current Alternian technology. It's a bizarre, high-class instrument. You poke around and wonder if there could be something in its wide bell, and stick your hand in. [!]

The pop-eyed antlerbeast stares right at you, mouth agape. On a hunch, you reach into its mouth. [!]



Erilyn's crest is made up of medals, royal sabres and bolas. It's personalized and quite deadly looking, but it's not out of the ordinary.



You encounter the high art. A fuzzy mixture of creativity and highblood aesthetics, it's hard to tell where the creature ends and the abs begin. You scour its fuzzy surface for some clues. [!]