fourth investigation

[stagemanagers]

[All's quiet on the Opera front this morning. But that's been the case so often on Fridays it wouldn't be too safe to trust it. But hey, there's still not a flood of blood in the first floor hallway again so you've all got that going for you.]

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[dechagny]

[Raoul ends up crossing paths with Hans when he emerges on the 4th floor. Raising an eyebrow in his mind at that early wine-drinking, buster.]

Is it not a bit too early to imbibe?

[trettende]

[ LAUGH TRACK. Hans almost sneers at Raoul before catching himself. ]

It's Friday. We all know what happens on Fridays, Raoul...

[dechagny]

[Come at him bro, he really doesn't have anything but the barest of respect for you anymore. You don't leave ladies to die you just don't.]

Of course we do, but that doesn't mean we should be drinking now. We all need our wits about ourselves.

[Like duh.]

That being said, did you happen to see something strange in the bar? The men's room smells like a drunkard.

[trettende]

[ Oh, good, Hans can drop the smile, then. ]

My wits are perfectly fine.

[ He shrugs. ]

I only ran into Javert here on Wednesday, otherwise I haven't seen anyone here since.

Perhaps someone decided to take some liquid courage before doing whatever they did.

[dechagny]

[Go right ahead Friday ain't a day to be happy about in murderopera anyway]

That still doesn't-

[HEY IS THAT ANNA SCREAMING]