[ It's been only a month's time, and already their numbers have been nearly halved, friends killing friends and justified self-defenders paying publicly for someone else's crimes and all the rest of the murdergame greatest hits -- but this is somehow a different. The grotesque crime scene is almost too much for some of the younger and more tender-hearted to bear. They're upset, red-eyed, sickened. It is not, in general, shaping up to be a great weekend. ]

What choice do we have?

[ And then there's Lust! She smiles, decidedly closed-mouth, and places her hands on either side of the podium as though settling in for the long haul. ]

I don't need to tell any of you the body was disposed of. The question is how it was done. One would expect a trail of some kind to be left when the murderer removed him from the tearoom... even piece by piece. [ any children here can just deal with it, they've clearly seen some shit at this point ] And that seems more likely anyway, doesn't it? He wasn't a small man. I checked the incinerator and the garbage disposal, but it seems I was mistaken. Not a trace of blood.

[ The facilities might have been used anyway, and they might have not, but she's not going to outright state that yet! Because it would be godmoding why should she, when it's not necessary, and any withheld information might cause the killer to slip up? Also she's just a general smug bitch and this is her aesthetic. ]

It's possible they found some less obvious method, but still, no sign of how they got there. Honestly... they couldn't make this easy on us.