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Message: <blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 6713624" data-attributes="member: 11146">[ooc]Re-stating what's happened in the last few seconds.  Cyril stowed his gun and got to work cleaning the kitchen.  Marks and T-dawg moved Esmeralda to an office with a table.  T-dawg returned to the kitchen, Marks did not.  Otter is standing around gabbing, as is Feral.  J.R. started dragging the thrall to the basement stairs, but he couldn't lift it on his own.  Once T-dawg finished helping Marks with Esmeralda, he helped J.R. get the thrall to the basement.  There was a blood streak part of the way down the hall.  You have about one minute's worth of actions you may declare before the cops arrive.[/ooc]The kitchen was a hot mess. Cyril ignored the spray of broken plates and the mess of food on the floor and focused instead on getting out the mop and bucket.  He filled the bucket with hot water and bleach--that took about half a minute.  Then he got to work swapping the spot where Esmeralda had mucked up the floor--another thirty seconds.  He dumped the bucket of bloody slimy water down the kitchen sink, and left the water running to flush the residue.  Next, he shoved the unrinsed mop back in the commercial grade bucket put both inside a storage closet.  The whole job was hasty but got the worst of the evidence visible the window or from an officer's plain view out of the way.  The kitchen counters and floor remained a mess, but at least the blood and gore were gone.  Moments later, there was a knock somewhere from the front of the building.  The front doors, probably.  Not that any of you had ever used them.  Five seconds later, a second loud knock was heard, followed by, "Metro police."  Cyril recognized the standard knock-and-announce.  An investigation, then.  Two seconds after the second knock, everyone saw a pair of flashing lightbars exude that singularly epileptic blend of blue and red flashing lights through the kitchen and fellowship windows.  No one, however, knocked at the back door to the fellowship hall.  The cops in the cars out there in the lot must've decided to stay put.</blockquote>

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