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All of these trolls are strangers, and according to the label on the back of the photo they're all resting in peace - with the exception of Erilyn.



While tweezers and gloves are the right idea, using your sniffnode to investigate puts you in quite a bit of danger. You inhale some of the remnants and start to feel nauseous and quite sweaty. After a while you toss your proverbial cookies.



No one in the photo is wearing the silver necklace.

- Azrael -



((note: the clue was from the banquet block, not the nutrition block))

The white powder is very familiar. It appears to have the same consistency to the powder you found earlier in the smudgy glass.

Mmm, aah~! Much better than poison, and not dangerous at all. The smell is strong, almost overwhelmingly so. It makes you want to put on lipstick, do a high kick and huff out of the room. The handwriting is a loopy scrawl in glittery pen.

You drip the individual vial contents into the containers and notice a peculiar trend. There are a few different shades of each of the warm hues - a variety of reds and deep umbers, a few different yellows. Only a sparse amount of the highest blood colors - two teal samples and two widely different blues - are present, and are in the more elegant of the vials. They don't appear to match exactly with any of the present guests.

Ҕᾁʐɱᾁʂ Ҏӫςɧῒɱ
xxxxCentral Hivestem || Rumpus Block
Giving Chiara as friendly and comforting a pat as he could, Hazmas looked up when he heard the voice of a familiar blue blood behind him. It was Azrael and judging by the tears on his cheek and his expression towards another blue blood, who apparently had a literal taste for dangerous objects. The greenblood frowned, absently padding himself for his own evidence as if to make sure the blue-blooded poison tester wouldn't get them. But it wasn't there. Hazmas stood bolt up right and began padding himself and his pockets frantically.

"Oh no, Oh no, no, no, no, no, no! Where is it?" he said aloud, obviously distressed. Unable to find the pill he'd discovered in the dining block, Hazmas let out a hoot of dismay. "Machim, I lost the pill! I lost the pill!"

How had he managed to lose it? He'd made sure to keep it safely tucked away in his vest pocket so he could examine it later. Without that, all he had was a useless postcard and a bunch of local fun facts - some of which might actually be useful, if their keeper weren't in so upset. It was as the young green blood approached the point of hysterics that his lusus clapped her large hand on his head, jarring him as he stood.

'Stop panicking, kid, and look around!' she grunted, clapping his head again. 'If you lost somethin', it's more than likely someone else found it!'

Hazmas rubbed his head, which was starting to throb from his lusus's rough treatment of it. But her words had merit.

'Okay, okay,' he thought taking a deep, calming breath. 'Last place I checked it was in the hivestem. Then I went to the Training block and..' He stopped and looked to Lorata. That's right. He'd fallen after talking to Comedi. Maybe that's where he dropped it and Lorata picked it up!? He could only hope for such good fortune, but there was only one way to find out!

"Ahh, sorry Chiara, be right back!" he said and hurried off towards Lorata and the little group she was with.

"Hey Lorata!" he called, his cheeks still flushed with his distress. "Uh, did I drop anything in the training block when we were talking? Maybe a white pill about this big?"

He indicated the size of the pill with his fingers and paused when he saw Alifax handling different scraps of paper, some of them with the same writing on it.

"Hey, you comparing scrawls Alifax?" he asked, momentarily distracted from his current personal catastrophe.

Finally, she was able to return to the Central Hivestem.

After nestling comfortable, Elidae laid out all the scraps of paper she found while sifting through the garbage in the library out onto the floor. It was a somewhat tedious task, like a puzzle, and within a short while grew dull and humdrum. After rubbing her eyes, she squinted down at the scraps. What she could piece together, she taped, to make solid. Feeling frustrated, she decided to move on to something else, but would definitely come back to the scraps of paper. Could be something... important...? Maybe?

Next was the peculiar glass she stumbled upon in the North Outgrowth, Holding it out, she took a good, hard look. There was a strange, white residue coating the inside, the bottom appearing moist from previously being filled. However, a black lipstain on the rim of the glass made her curious. The only trolls out of the five suspects who wore black lipstick would be... the two purplebloods, Rutven and Comedi. Wait... wait, no, Schrad also seemed to wear black lipstick? Elidae really wanted to know who this glass possibly belonged to. With extreme cautious, she brought the glass a little closer to her face, taking in a delicate whiff. Curious.

Nearby, she noticed two highbloods standing beside each other, with a table full of collected clues. They looked smart and put together! Maybe they could help her!

Quickly, Elidae moved towards them, picking up her findings (especially careful with the shredded document). With a huge smile, the yellowblood approached them, placing the unwashed glass, taped scraps of garbage paper, and finally, very slowly scooted the military publication she had picked up from the library within the second hour of the party onto the table next to the other findings. After a moment of glancing between the papers and the contrasting highbloods, she spoke. "Hello! I'm Elidae. I dunno what any of this means, but maybe it will be useful for you?" Elidae gave the two a most animated, open-mouth smile, clapping her hands excitedly.

There was a pause, however, as she got a better look at the much taller purpleblood's face. So familiar. Is that...? With a gasp, Elidae's face lit up like fireworks. "Ohhh! Do I know you?"

Sypon pon way way way

purplerosesbeauty is a beauty

MILITARY PUBLICATION

It's a collection of military publications. Most are quite recent, and one of the older publications denotes none other than Shishi Schrad's abilities and exploits. The article praises her survival and saving of other trolls, guiding lowbloods to safety when highblood officers were killed during duty.

Hivestuckedited

I'd like to get out my magnifying glass and smoking pipe.
What: Bundle of shredded documents found in the waste bin in the librury
Where: Trying to put it together to form a whole document
How: Eyeballs and hands, taping together pieces that fit

Hivestuckedited

I'd like to get out my magnifying glass and smoking pipe.
What: Unwashed glass from Northern Outgrowth
Where: The smell from inside the glass, a closer inspection of the white residue, the shape of the lipstain
How: Eyes, smelling from a distance.

Chiara Moteku
xxxxxWatching
Chiara grinned as Hazmas joined her. "There you are!" She exclaimed as he came up to her. "Im so glad you found me, ive got a lot of info to share with you and stuff." Suddenly the boy started yelling. Something about a pill. Chiara edged away, unsure how to react to the flailing and yelling. "Uh...." She tried to talk to him as he freaked out, but then we went over to Lorata. Of course. So Hazmas wasn't really Chiara's friend. He was probably just using her to get information or her authority as a highblood. Now that he had a fancy little sea dweller what good was some low rank blueblood? All of her guilt over him evaporated, and she just felt betrayed.

"Here!" Chiara handed Psykgi a note with some of her writing on it. It was a little surprising how meticulous she had been with her facts, considering she didn't really care about the murder mystery at all. She had a copy and that was only half of her clues, so it was not such a big deal to the blueblood.

Chiara then left. Hazmas a traitor, Zindel no where to be found, there was only one thing Chiara wanted to do right now, and she was gonna go do it. Chiara walked up to Eridia. It was probably not the best time for this, but Chiara was determined. Determined, betrayed, and mad. "Hey, Hey you!" Chiara called as she sat down next to the purpleblood Eridia. "My glob the people at this party suck. Wish there was more than just one lousy murder." Chiara said to Eridia. "Do you actually want to solve this murder? If you do I can give you notes and stuff..." Chiara trailed off.

Sarcel had eventually found her way back to the central hivestem, though she was less than thrilled. The things she had found were definitely worrisome, but what had her rattled was the lack of her lusus. Chinchillamom was tiny, and this hive was huge. The small creature could be literally anywhere, and that worried Sarcel a lot.

She had to push it out of her mind. The creature would show up again eventually. As she entered the hivestem, it was apparent that everyone was throwing their data together and coming up with conjecture. She had a duty here, lusus or not.

At least there were some familiar faces. Eostre and Tamiya were immediately spotted, the small yellowblood from earier chatting with them. Sarcel felt her heart swell slightly, remembering how she was one of the ones that agreed with her and spoke out against the other brazen child. Of all the damn wrigglers running around here, she was definitely one of the better ones. She made a mental note to check with the child later, thank her.

As it was, Sarcel spotted someone more familiar: Alifax was busy with himself and- oh, Kursha was there, and Lorata too. It almost felt nostalgic until she spotted that aforementioned outspoken child from before. It was hard to even tell if they were a yellowblood or a greenblood, though honestly that detail wasn't very important. She walked over regardless, carried herself a little higher if only because she was exhausted and fed up with the event. The sooner she could find her lusus and get out, the better.

"Firebird Project?" Sarcel echoed as she strode up, already reaching into her overfilling coat pockets. Had it just been Alifax, she probably would have relieved the coat of the many knives, but in front of everyone else she just felt... awkward. Anyway, there was something more important. Producing a post card, she set it out for the group to see:


Peculiar Postcard
Behind the blade rack, there is a piece of paper that has fallen. It's flat against the wall. It is a postcard with a moonlit scene of the Civisect Beach on one side. On the other side is the following note. "Queen Marian just sent out troops to eliminate the Phoenix Initiative threat. I can't believe she's giving them publicity, but ... This could be good news! Do you think they'll clear you? I have to do intelligence; I'll tell you what I can. Please be well. <>"


"P-Phoenix sounds a-a lot like a f-firebird... she said duly. Even if it was unreated to the Firebird thing, it was still a pretty interesting clue. "Here, t-this too..."

The notebook she slapped out was, in her opinion, just a little more concerning. Or at least had the potential to be. Maybe Alifax could cross compare it to other clues.


Black Notebook
In the rubble you find a small black book. Names inside have been written in a whimsical, mirthfully spiralling font, some with beetle amounts next to them. And some with various quadrant symbols. Notably, quite a few of the names have been crossed off.

"T-Thoughts?" She inquired before relaxing a little. Ah, manners Sarcel... "I... hope y-you have all been f-faring well? Shame a-about the circumstances..."

“Ah, alas… She might be a sneaky whelp,” Tamiya snapped. She cast a sidelong glance at Puchen. Everyone at this party was hiding something, it was clear. She bit her lip and suddenly a ball of yellow energy bounded up to them.

Tamiya’s mouth opened in a small “o”. A small gasp escaped like air from a musty tomb being smashed open. “Deathsage. Little speckled fae, oh…! I am overwhelmed with explosive joy that you escaped those Messiah-forsaken tunnels.”

She put a hand on Elidae’s slight shoulder and smiled broadly. “Elidae. I am Tamiya Aiguma. Let us look at your spoils.” She offered. A glass with an odd substance and what Tamiya immediately identified by sight, smell, taste, and the special sixth clown sense as Faygo. And, some shredded papers. That could be useful, and Tamiya excelled at tedious tasks wherein order ruled all. This was a perfect opportunity for her.

Tamiya began to sift through the papers with her fingers, extracting each strip and laying it flat. Her efforts were meticulous. She spoke to both of her companions as she did so. “******** crying shame that Brother Deburu is not here for trial…” Tamiya sighed, casting a glance up at Eostre as she did so. “It strikes me as mighty oddballs that he would not be present, considering the ultimate subjugglation may be at hand this evening. I hope you have not found danger yourself during these hours, little one.”