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itscurtains2021-06-11 12:29 pm
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2021-06-11 12:29 pm
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first investigation
[Happy Friday, everyone! The end of a long week of traumatizing motives, meetings that become Come to Jesus meetings and a menagerie of cafe cryptids. All things considered, not a bad second week in a murder school.
The school feels calm and quiet as everyone rouses themselves from sleep but quiet can be awfully deceiving.]
The school feels calm and quiet as everyone rouses themselves from sleep but quiet can be awfully deceiving.]
COSTUME SHOP
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What's different?]
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He froze. He couldn't do anything other than stand in the scene shop all alone in disbelief, trying to process the fact that their worst fears had been realized. There's some kind of guilt there, with the fact that he can't even find it in himself to go look for Mumble to confirm the truth for himself, but...
He'll go into the costume room before he makes it that far, hearing Discord as he goes back inside.]
Discord...you...heard that, right?
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So I did. [He's maybe a little, uh. Agitated about the matter.] The announcement was hard to miss.
[And also two people snapped at him, so, y'know.]
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Instead, he looks visibly pale. Shaken. It's obvious he had to stay behind in the scene shop for a bit just to catch his breath, because hearing it over the intercom and hearing it from someone he feels like he can trust to some degree are two completely different things.
Discord is chaotic, but he wouldn't lie to Varian about this. That much he's sure of.]
Are the others...where it happened?
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He does none of those things. It's a weird day.]
It seems most everyone rushed over there, yes. I caught some people leaving, I haven't really, ah... looked.
[...]
Not really my favorite sort of chaos.
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Somebody hurt- killed Mumble...
[Varian exhales the words through gritted teeth in a way that sounds a bit more vengeful than fearful. And as he stands up a bit straighter, looking around as if he's trying to find some sort of outlet- or, hell, something he can do about this- he actually notices how...]
...could they have been through here? This place is way messier than I remember.
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It's chaotic enough that you'd think I'd been through here.
...Which I have not, for the record. [Just covering his bases.] But you're right, someone has been. Something's missing, too.
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While it would be prudent for them to actually search the area for anything else amiss, possibly things hidden beneath the clothing, the mention of something missing is more important right now.]
Something missing...are you sure? What is it?
1/
[when they
...oh, that's odd.]
2/3
great?]
3/3
[Casually looks over some of the clothing. Tosses a jacket away.]
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His expression softens, because he can tell Discord is trying to play it off. It's fine. Varian can be visually emotional enough for both of them.]
Well, that's...good to know, if nothing else. It means somebody moved it after we all went to bed.
[The culprit, more than likely. But where did the cart go?]
Maybe we should check and make sure...you know. Nothing else is missing.
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People do take a lot of clothes out of here, so those might be hard to distinguish. [He alone takes out like one part of a costume set per day.] But everything else, yes.
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He doesn't stray very far from Discord's side, notably, as if he's afraid something else might happen if he does.]
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...also, since you've been here a lot, you might notice that a push-cart that's usually here is missing.]
AREA CLEAR