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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun stared at the whiteboard that was set up in the student commons. There was a case underway, a vital one, that covered a heinous crime. It wasn't uncommon for students to do some cooking in the kitchen and there were some common ingredients that everyone used in some way or another. But the crime committed was something so awful, so unspeakable that Jun was loath to talk about it. Someone had taken her bag of potatoes. Jun was working in a little alcove not far from the kitchen, running through possibilities. She already had a list of suspects and was trying to whittle the number down based on memory: at minimum fifteen people used the kitchen on average, but only seven of them did any serious cooking that could have used potatoes in their dishes. The fridge was devoid of potato like products, a search of the pantry turned up empty, and even more worrying was there were no potato peels in the trash can. She was about to be at the end of her rope when an unfortunate passerby made their rounds through. "You! come over here, I need someone to bounce ideas off of," she says, writing in a corner: "Other Explanations". It might be possible the potatoes weren't used for cooking, but who would take potatoes just for the fun of it? Kikurage Shimeiji

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[Kikurage Shimeiji]

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Short-Sighted Sherlock [attr="class","rhythm"] Kiku had long finished eating her meal and wrapping up her general studies in the confines of her mushroom infested room.  Having lied upon the gigantic mushroom that served as her bed, she doom-scrolled on her phone as she didn't have any drive to watch any movies at the moment.  Well, she did, but nothing she saw on any of the streaming services seemed appealing for new watches and her usual rewatches just...  It just wasn't feeling right, she just knew. "Ughh, why must I get these ruts," Kiku bemoaned as she rolled out of her Mushroom Bed and landed on the ground in a thud.  Practically crawling on the ground towards a dresser, she pulled on some sweats and a hoodie before finally pushing herself up off the floor and out of the room. Cutting through the hallways and walking across a common area, she would find pause upon hearing a familiar voice call out to her.  It was Jun, the orange haired gal quite literally calling out to the fellow classmate to come on over.  Walking almost like a zombie, Kiku would have her half-lidded eyes glaze over the whiteboard with names and writing on them.  Everything looked fuzzy and- Oh no, Kiku forgot her glasses.  And she was too lazy to go back to get them, as she knew she'd put them back on and stay in her room at this point.  Which would probably anger Jun. "So.......  What's this about?" Kiku would ask, hoping Jun would take the initiative to read it for her since this was a blurry mess for the near-sighted Mycomancer. (tagged)⏤ junsuina,

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... "This," Jun says, smacking the butt of her marker against the board, "is an investigation! We have a thief here in the dorms, and I'm not gonna rest until I find them!" She twirled the marker around her fingers, looking at Kiku as a frown crosses her face. "There was a bag of potatoes that was placed in the commons pantry three days ago, and I went out of my way to mark the bag with my name. When I went to go use them as ingredients this evening I found them missing! I have on this board a list of suspects that might have used them at any point while I've been gone." She stepped out into the hall, pointing on either end. "There are cameras, but we need special permission to gain access to their tapes. As such, I'm having to do this the old fashioned way. I'd blame Farrin and write up a warrant to raid his dorm, but based on those that do kitchen duties here and just based on memory of people that actually cook he gets a pass...for now." She points the marker at Kiku, pausing. "You look different without glasses...anyways! I need another brain to pick, someone to bounce ideas off of...which is why you're here! Unless you're the culprit. You didn't steal a bag of potatoes from the pantry, right? If you're the thief, you have to tell me." Jun was clearly, mildly, off her rocker. It was possible she had pulled another all nighter the day before and was running off of adrenaline and caffeine. Kikurage Shimeiji,

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[Kikurage Shimeiji]

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Accidentally Moriarty [attr="class","rhythm"] Bleary eyed and partially blind, Kiku squinted her eyes trying to follow where Jun was marking on the board.  It was hard to follow thanks to the lack of eyesight, but thankfully Jun spelled it out quite clearly.  A marked bag of potatoes seemed to be gone from the pantry, and Jun wanted to use them to make some food.  At least that meant Kiku was in the clear, cause she made Mushroom Potato soup earlier this evening using the community potatoes probably grown from the Green Club.  Already exonerating herself from the list of culprits, assured that she used an unmarked bag, she felt herself slowly waking up as Jun went to blame Farrin. "The heck you blaming Farrin for?  Aren't we in the female dormitories, he'd have to be trespassing if he wanted those potatoes," Kiku would bounce back, adding on, "I don't think someone would break in here for a chance of potatoes."  Her eyes would go cross upon looking at the marker being pointed at her, finding herself at the Expo End of a compliment.  "Good different or bad different?" Kiku wanted clarification, to which she got none of as Jun launched into another tirade demanding someone to bounce these ideas off of, before accusing the redhead of stealing the bag of potatoes. "I didn't steal your bag of potatoes," Kiku claimed confidently, "If I did I would've left cash to buy a new bag of potatoes if I didn't have time, or I'd have gotten to pick up some potatoes from the Green Club."  Defending herself from what she felt were baseless accusations.  Kiku would give pause before adding on, "So of the people you suspect, since we're in the female dormitories who are your leading lady suspects?" (tagged)⏤ junsuina,

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun held up a finger, waggling it back and forth. "Never underestimate a thief. You never know what one is capable of." She began pacing, nodding along at the Farrin defense. "But you make a valid point. Farrin doesn't come here, and the only way he'd know is if he was told. He's Irish, so he'd probably value potatoes more than anyone else, but something so mundane more than likely wouldn't make it into conversation. Plus he'd have to have a plan..." She slowed. "No, the more that it's talked of the more holes riddle the case. Farrin doesn't 'plan', and that is what he would precisely need in order to get into the pantry." Following it up, she'd ignore the different comment and clasp her hands together with the index fingers pointing up. "So you admit to being a good and kind and considerate person! Excellent!" A smile crossed her face as she crossed back over to the board. "Suspect number one: Yāojīng Suzui! Main reason, she is an avid cook utilizing many ingredients in all her dishes! She has been known from time to time to fix something here in the commons, and I know for a fact she has been here recently-" she stopped as her phone received a notification, looking at the message. "...Oh. It was not her. She just texted me back." She marked her name off the list, sighing. "Dang, and I was hoping to leverage a good dish in reparations." Kikurage Shimeiji,

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[Kikurage Shimeiji]

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Food Break? [attr="class","rhythm"] "He values potatoes...  Because he's Irish?" Kikurage squinted her eyes at such an assertion before countering with, "Potatoes are a cheap, reliable source of food.  Everyone likes potatoes.  Heck, Mushroom Potato soup is a phenomenal dish during autumn times."  Thankfully Jun would slowly wind up exiting this rabbit hole of a discussion, acknowledging the fact that Farrin isn't the culprit because he doesn't...  plan?  "What plan are you even needing to open a pantry door!?" Kiku asked in abject shock, moving over to the pantry door as she opened and closed it multiple times to illustrate her point. Though further discussion wound up with Kiku acknowledging how she'd eventually pay back Jun for her currently unaware of crime, but that was a future Kiku problem.  Current Kiku had to keep up with Jun's crackpot theory crafting as she declared a 'Suzui' as the main culprit.  "Who?" Kiku asked with legitimacy as the number of people she knew at UAU were less than the digits on her fingers. Apparently a suspect for being a cook as well, which was almost immediately crossed off the list upon receiving a text back from her.  "You're so ready to trust her word over text?  What if she's lying?" Kiku would add on, with Jun wanting to get a good dish made in reparation.  Pausing there, the Mycomancer started to looking Jun up and down as she was definitely spiraling out of control and needed a break or something to reset herself.  "You're losing your mind, you look like you need a shower, a nap, a slap in the face and some food.  You're getting a little nutty.  If nobody took it, there's some leftover soup I made in the fridge." (tagged)⏤ junsuina,

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun held up a finger. "Do you know how violent the girl's dorm can get, especially if a guy walks in here? Especially if he sneaks in here? And that's before finding out what his intent is!" Jun started to pace again, thinking. "You're right that anyone can just open the door, but getting to the door is the challenge!" Though her question regarding the suspect, Jun explained. "She goes by Yaoyao, she is very finicky when it comes to who makes her food, and does everything by herself. Mostly. I help sometimes. Also, she's my best friend and I trust her with my life and if she can take my accusation on the chin, call me an idiot, and tell me that she didn't take my potatoes, then I believe her." She would then give a sage nod after, confident in her trust between herself and Yaoyao. "I haven't lost my mind! It's right where I last put it, up here," she says, tapping the side of her head. "All those other things can wait until after I find the culprit, which could be..." she looked back at the whiteboard, staring at the names. And then her brain disconnected as another part went down a rabbit hole on one of the latest plots of a show she watched. And how some of the things were. It was only after a full minute that she snapped back. "Right, where was I?" Kikurage Shimeiji,

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[Kikurage Shimeiji]

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]You aren't You when you're hungry [attr="class","rhythm"] Jun was driving herself crazy with all of this, especially with her rationalizations towards Kikurage.  "Yes, as a matter of fact I can cause flesh eating fungi to grow on peoples bodies to destroy skin and muscle..."  Shrugging as the Moody Detective continued pacing more and more, before stopping and defended Yaoyao. And apparently this Yaoyao is a picky eater and that Jun trusted her.  It's crazy to consider that in an investigation that Jun was trusting Yaoyao implicitly without any evidence, until her brain would remind herself of a simple fact that was missing due to Jun's sleepless anxiety was now rubbing off on the redhead: Innocent until proven Guilty.  Granted healthy suspicion is warranted, but again no proof and now that she thought about it why was Kikurage getting swept into an investigation she held no part in!? And thus Kiku couldn't help but claim that Jun was losing her mind, and the girl took that to a literal sense.  "Metaphor.  It was a Metaphor, oh my-" Grabbing her face and dragging her hands down, Kiku walked over to the cabinets to quickly snag a bowl and a big spoon.  Then swinging over to the fridge, she would open a metallic container to get a scoop of Mushroom & Potato Soup for Jun. As Jun was focused on the whiteboard, Kiku popped the bowl into the microwave to heat up.  Heating it on high for a minute, the ceramic bowl would easily heat up the soup quite a bit as Jun scurried up and down the board, almost having disconnected from reality.  Only when the beeping of the microwave sounded did Jun seem to realize that she lost the plot of the conversation. "You were about to get some food and take a break from this," Kiku huffed in an annoyed tone, grabbing some oven mitts to grab the heated bowl.  Taking it over close to a table near the whiteboard, Kiku popped the spoon into it and pointed at it.  Maybe with some food will Jun start making sense again... (tagged)⏤ junsuina,

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