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“No hard feelings, Senator.” 

Dropping down onto the floor in a silent movement, you check your flanks. Left, then right. Floor plan memorized, you make quick work down the halls, taking unavoidable cameras out of the equation while roaming free, slipping through tight spots, and making your way to where you need to be. Darkness shrouds you as you slip into a place where you'll be unseen. 

The inspiration for this particular prank came to them on the way back from the trial. While a wholly inappropriate time and place to consider such things, they simply couldn’t let this one go. It was just too good. But they didn’t show their hand immediately, oh no. They waited, and they planned, and stood watching for the right time. Which wasn’t too long after the trial, honestly. Their timing is either impeccable or completely atrocious, though which this is is left up to interpretation.

This prank is one that’s going to leave no doubt as to who did it, but hey, sneakiness isn’t everything, you know? Sometimes the satisfaction of the prank is enough, and in this case, they certainly feel it will be.

They’d raided the snack room well in advance, keeping their goods in the safest, driest place they could think of: their hair. Hey, whatever worked, right? And it had worked before. Except, you know, when they were in the shower. They’d hidden them elsewhere for that time. From there, they’d bided their time until what they’d seen as the perfect moment, one night when they arrived to their room before Xue.

Aha! Ahaha! Moderately damp was preferable to absolutely soaked, and so they’d swooped right in, quickly removing the cookies from their hair and then from the bag (did you think they’d just put crumbly cookies directly into their hair?), eyeing one of them contemplatively before throwing back the covers on Xue’s part of the bunk bed.They deposit the cookies there, spreading them out evenly. Xue seems to head into everything recklessly, so this will probably be the same?

Jericho van Halen hates pools. Absolutely despises them. They’re no germaphobe, but pools are disgusting? Swimming in the ocean, despite the dangers, was much more preferable than crowding in chlorinated water. Even a private pool at their own home would cause them to wrinkle their nose in distaste. So despite how pristinely it was taken care of (or... not. They wouldn’t put it past Leroy and Ellen to leave things less that perfect, given the two’s hatred of all of them), they still find themselves in disgust when they come upon the pool in the new area.

But that’s not the only thing they stumble upon.

They wouldn’t have expected it, not at all, but standing in the pool area is one Apollo Brandt. They raise their eyebrows; they wouldn’t have thought the other a swimmer, not at all! Goodness, a slight current would sweep him away, no problem! Plus, surely he couldn’t even hold his breath that long...! But, they supposed, that was why he was standing by the pool instead of in it.

A devious smile spreads across their face. Why, it’s the perfect crime!

> it wasnt the first and wouldnt be the last time you’d had nothing but cold metal and a chair for a bed in recent sweeps.

To be honest, this was embarrassing. This whole... thing. Sure, at least what they’d gotten wasn’t grotesque, like most of the other students, they guessed they were lucky in that regard, but still. They’d went from being fairly tall to probably the shortest person there, or one of the shortest people at the very least. And c’mon. They’d been tall and handsome and... not five feet tall. 

They had to admit their pride was a little wounded, but hey. They could be dead, like Arielle.

They hadn’t really talked to her pointy-eared self, but... still. This was... jeez, okay, if you had to kill someone, which you, y’know, shouldn’t, you could maybe refrain from desecrating a theater. For just a second they find themselves a smidge more mad about the whole theater thing than another murder, before shaking their head, just slightly, to bring themselves back. Anyway.

At least they were used to walking around this way now... admittedly, in their roommate’s clothes; their own much more fashionable wardrobe (sorry Xue) no longer fit them. Obviously. But, for now, they might as well investigate. Find the murderer and all that. Already, it seems kind of... worn. Almost cliche, if this weren’t real (?) life and their lives weren’t probably on the line.

Jericho begins by circling the theater, examining the floor and a lot of the chairs, before getting down on their hands and knees and crawling underneath of them, looking for evidence. Hey, might as well use their new height to their advantage! Their very, very few advantages. 

As they wriggle out back into the aisle, a foot very nearly steps on them, and they glance up to see...

“Ah, Miss Takara, Loic, nice to s--!” WAIT. No, no, not again. They were an actor, they wouldn’t allow for this kind of faux pas to happen. “ssurprisingly run into you here!” they finish, absolutely beaming. “I mean, goodness, what are the chances of us crossing paths again?” Greater than they thought, probably, given that everyone had likely been drawn to the body, and starting to investigate there seemed like as good a place as any to start.