third investigation

[stagemanagers]

[The Opera House is quiet on Friday, just as it was quiet last Friday. There's no immediate smell of blood the air and most everyone was pretty blase about the motive earlier in the week this might just be a deathless week.

The only way to know for sure is to investigate.]

Comments

[stagemanagers]

[She is most definitely not breathing. Not only that she feels cold, much colder than someone with a pulse should and, for some reason, her shoulder feels damp.]

[dechagny]

[Raoul: walk in just in time after a shower.]

- Monsieur? What is going on?

[allicareabout]

What does it look like?

[It's delivered pretty blankly, though; kind of irritated, but it's more or less an undercurrent.]

[dechagny]

[He can't blame you because HE WAS HAVING A LOVELY MORNING AND THEN THIS SHIT OCCURS

Coming over to get a closer look himself.] Dear God...

[allicareabout]

Trust me, I don't think God's going to help us at this point.

[He has not been having a lovely morning, but he'll deal.]

She's kind of damp for some reason? And she's cold, probably been here for a while.

[dechagny]

[All of these facts make Raoul sick to his stomach. They...need to confirm who it is. Who's...]

[allicareabout]

[Well.]

[allicareabout]

[...Oh, that's swell.

All right, then. Let's just...tip her head up so he can get a look at her face, how's she doing in that regard.]

[stagemanagers]

[Her face isn't hecked up if that's what you're worried about. With her eyes closed and her face s relaxed she looks like she just nodded off for a nap a few minutes ago and could open her eyes at any moment and ask what was wrong.

But she won't because Eliza Hamilton is dead.]

[allicareabout]

[...Okay. At least she doesn't seem to have been desecrated or anything, and she seems...peaceful enough, and that's- ]

...Raoul, go find the others, they should probably hear about this.

[dechagny]

[Oh God. Oh God, Eliza. He was just with her yesterday afternoon. They were - baking together and -

He takes a breath, steels himself. Okay. Okay. None of this is okay, but. Okay.]

I - yes, of course. I'll go looking.

[Wish him luck]

[allicareabout]

[His reply is blunt, but it's more of the...feelings-off, entirely-business sort of blunt as opposed to something completely callous.]

They're not going to take this well. And be careful with how you tell some of the ladies.

[...Astarte's kind of handled corpses poorly for the last two weeks.

That said, good luck and godspeed.]

[dechagny]

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