1st victim

[stagemanagers]

[The performers have been in the opera house for nearly two weeks now. Overall, despite the captivity, the experience has been a mellow one even with the introduction of the motive. Peaceful almost.

It's 7 am Friday morning. As everyone starts to putter out of their dressing rooms and begin the day, something feels different. A certain heaviness in the air, a sense of dread...oh, and then there's the metallic smell of blood coming from the hallway.

Investigate?]

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[stagemanagers]

[Unlike the chest and face, the hand does not have a stab wound. Instead, there's a deep gash down the middle of his palm.]

[solomonjihad]

[A gash. She picks the hand up to examine it. Aside from the fact it is a gash, and not just a stab wound, what else stands out...could it have conceivably been made by a stabbing implement of some kind, for example? Because. Sharp things. Woo hoo.]

[stagemanagers]

[It sure could have been.]

[solomonjihad]

[Is the gash deep enough to potentially sever arteries?]

[stagemanagers]

[It's pretty deep, but not quite that bad.

This has nothing to do with the mods not knowing there were arteries in the hand to begin with.]

[solomonjihad]

[Nah, it's cool, Jerkface Le Poophead just has the experience of those kinds of stabby stabs to know that stuff. Usually because she did it, but anyways.

Nevertheless, amusing wounds of death aside she's gonna give the body one more once-over. Anything else she should look for?]

[stagemanagers]

[Well, you've been touching him, so maybe you should know that while his skin is cool, he's not entirely room-temperature yet.]

[solomonjihad]

[Hhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm. That is definitely....interesting. Combining that with the scent of blood from before...it seems bread dad has not been bread dead for very long at all.

Aside from that, anything else?]

[stagemanagers]

[Nah, we're cool, Scary Astarte]

[solomonjihad]

[Excellent! Now to go and scare everyone else with her creepiness!]