Second investigation

[letsplayamod]

[Friday has come once again, Typhon’s deadline for the carrot of a motive dangled in front of their faces. Temptations abound and, when the godlings stir in the morning, the air feels thick in a way it hasn’t before. Thunder rumbles outside and the sound of sheets of rain pour down but only ends up pounding against Athena’s protective barrier. No one could ask for a finer umbrella.

There's no more monstrous cyclops threatening your morning. The horses were corralled back to their stables to wind down from the frightening excitement of last Wednesday. From then on, Typhon's threats have once more grown quiet. Everything seems to be... fine.

Still, something feels off.]

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[letsplayamod]

[Ohhh boy.

The sound comes first, an abrupt clattering of falling metal just as a booming crack of thunder rips through the air from upstairs. Then comes the panicked whiney-ing and stomping of hooves as a stampede of frightened horses and pegesai burst from their stables and out into the open floor.]

[rockymountaindie]

[ The booming crack of thunder. Oh. Is that what he...?

Alex hesitates for all of a split-second. Then he takes a few quick steps forward, not to get in front of the horses or anything like that, but to try and get a better look, to see if he can figure out what the hell happened, or if any of them are hurt. ]

1/???

[letsplayamod]

[None of the horses appear to be injured at a glance, just scared, but…oh.

Oh, Alex.

If only you’d listened to that hesitation.

He takes one quick step. Then a second. On the third his foot hits something very slick- slick enough to send him sailing across the floor.]

2/???

[rockymountaindie]

Hhwhha—! [ Alex lets out a noise of surprise that turns into a shout. He instantly goes into survival mode, windmilling his arms about and trying to grab hold of something to stop him.

But...there is nothing. At least, not close enough. He skids across the floor passed something that his panicked brain cannot identify, something made of wood and cloth, and he flails to grab it, but at the worst possible moment, in response to the stress and adrenaline flooding his system, his hands go entirely numb.

His old injury feels in that moment like Death cackling at him. ]

H- help—!

[ He squawks that out just as the slippery something takes him right into the crafts room. He continues to reach even though his hands will not respond, turning his body fully about face but unable to stop his trip on the world's worst slip n' slide. He can't just give up. He won't give up. He'll never—

Alex slams ass-first into something solid and metal, and finally, that stops his momentum. Well, his lower half's momentum. His torso keeps going, resulting in him falling hard over the well-placed object. (A particularly large anvil, for anyone wondering.) The impact knocks the air out of him, and he wheezes, trying to catch his breath and staring at the ceiling in shock.

A little voice in his head tells him he needs to move. But— ]

3/3

[letsplayamod]

[Creak creak.

Something is wrong with the craft room. Or is though? Or is it only Alex’s rising panic telling him that? Above his temporarily prone body, a shelf creaks with every stomp of the herd of horses and pegasi just outside the room.

Creak creak— crack.

The shelf, covered in numerous heavy tools and sharp chisels, collapses forward on top of Alex.]

[brokenhabit]

[ It's Alex's "help" that gets her attention and she's heading that way ASAP ]

Alex?!

[rockymountaindie]

[ Careful of the slippery stuff. That's what got Alex, after all.

Speaking of Alex. You can hear the sound of groans. ]

[murchada]

[excuse me what the hell was all that noise, and was that voice...]

A-Alex?!

[raisethemoon]

[ Well probably unfortunately for her she arrives at a gallop! Princess Luna, Guardian of Night and Goddess of Dusk, eats shit! ]

What is happening?

[fillets]

[ so uh is that aura still like


present ]

[letsplayamod]

[Specifically Alex's or sensing for something else?]

[atu709]

[ Walks in-

Ah.

The story repeats. ]

[pariunt]

Alex?!

[eeeonetwothree]

ALEX?!

[ Omega rockets onto the scene, using the scanners in his optics to identify the material Alex slipped on. Then he turns them towards Alex himself…what’s his status? What do his sensors read when he scans for heartbeat and overall well being of his body? ]

[letsplayamod]

[Alex status: Currently alive but barely.

Slippery material chemical components: CH3(CH2)nCHOOH. Thankfully not space lube but it is...oil?]

[phototraces]

[The air goes right out of Wendy’s lungs as she sees him fall. She follows, slipping in whatever it is and falling down several times trying to get to him.]

Alex—! Alex—

[threeapplestall]

Alex-san!

[Mutsumi rushes in, and promptly falls ass-over-teakettle as she slips on... whatever it was that got Alex. Help???]

[necromants]

[Following the crowd in here... Oh no. Uh buddy, do you need a healer...]

[taintedfayth]

Alex!

[Guado are faster than humans by nature, but Seymour is only half Guado and is also encumbered by heavy robes. The chances that he'll be fast enough to make it in time are... most likely slim.]

[catsgothistongue]

[Hey gang what's going on in he--]

Alex?!

[Shit shit shit shit shit shit- annnnd he's slipping on whatever got alex because this is him of course he would]

[stringup]

[ You know what. Fuck this, she's going to hover over whatever it was that Alex slipped on and go inside the craft room. ]

Alex, hold on!

[latinumsbetter]

[Quite frankly, even without his overly large ears, Quark would be hard-pressed to miss the sound of all of this. So he's scrambling out of his door, moving to follow--except there's several people slipping and falling on whatever is on the floor--so he has to just gingerly try to make his way around all that without slipping himself LMAO]

[raisethemoon]

AGAIN?!

[ She's not even nearby she's just really sensitive to horse sounds! She is on her way tho! ]

[stringup]

[ You know, Velvet's inner panic spiked a little hearing the commotion coming from the stables, and she arrives just in time to see Alex sliding across the floor. ]

Wha-?!

[phototraces]

[Here we come—]