second investigation

[stagemanagers]

[One week out from the first deaths in this place, now. When you wake up on Friday morning, everything seems pretty quiet. There's nothing immediately, obviously amiss when you leave your dorms - and if maybe not everybody is in their beds at the moment, well, that's not so strange, is it? Maybe the No Murder party worked! Nobody wants to shatter Spongebob's poor little heart, right?

But, you know. Maybe you should make sure.]

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BOY'S LOCKER ROOM

[stagemanagers]

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[themuseabandonsyou]

[ well. looks like it's time for Orpheus to touch a dead body again. How do things look at a glance? ]

[stagemanagers]

[At first glance, it doesn't seem like there was any struggle here. Connor's just sort of laid out on the bench.]

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Anything noticeable about his hands or neck or face (or any other exposed skin)? Bruises, scrapes, marks, anything like that? ]

cw: suicide imagery

[stagemanagers]

[There's only one real injury to note here. Connor's wrists have been slashed.]

cw: suicide imagery

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus reels back, clapping a hand over his mouth. It takes him a moment to recover, but he'll swallow down the shock and fear and take another look.

How much blood is there? On his clothes, and around the wounds. If there is any, how fresh does it look? Still bleeding, wet, dry? ]

cw: suicide imagery

[stagemanagers]

[There is not really much blood on his clothes. There's also not a ton in the general vicinity.]

cw: suicide imagery

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ That definitely means something. Orpheus will whisper a quick, ] I'm sorry, Connor. [ before going through his pockets. Anything of note? ]

cw: suicide imagery

[stagemanagers]

[Nothing much in his pockets! But there's a knife on the ground here, as if it fell from his hand.]

cw: suicide imagery

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus isn't going to pick that up - he's read One Entire Crime Novel he knows things about fingerprints - but he'll crouch down next to it and take a look. What sort of knife is it? Kitchen, pocket, etc? Does it still have blood on it? ]

[stagemanagers]

[This is a paring knife! There is still blood on it.]

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Right. Orpheus will take one last look over Connor's body before moving on. Is what he's wearing notable, is there blood on the bottoms of his shoes/feet, is he at all damp like he's been washed up, is there anything under him like how Mumble's head was propped up on some fabric or was he just dumped on the bench?

When that's all settled, he'll pull a pair of coins out of his pocket and lay them over Connor's eyes. ]

[stagemanagers]

[There's nothing under his head like what was done for Mumble, but there is one similarity - his hair's damp.]

[mcfife]

[Angus may as well in the same room as dear Connor. He had been feeling better earlier this week, what happened?

While Orpheus is looking at the body, Angus will check the rest of the room. Is there anything immediately out of place like last week?}

[stagemanagers]

[It looks like one of the lockers is ajar!]

[mcfife]

[Time to open it slowly. Please don't have another dead body inside.]

[stagemanagers]

[Nah, there's just a bunch of stuff in here! The largest of these is probably some rolled-up clothes.]

[mcfife]

[He pulls them out and unrolls them. What are they?]

[stagemanagers]

[Just some clothes! Since there was a group gathering and all, you might be able to recognize them as what Connor was wearing last night.]

[mcfife]

[Oh.

Oh no.

He's checking them for any bloodstains, maybe something stuck in a pocket? Are they damaged in any way?]

[stagemanagers]

[Nope! These clothes are fine! There's not really much of anything to note in his pockets. As you remove them, though, it looks like there's still some other stuff on that little shelf in the locker: a folded piece of paper, and some kind of bottle.]

[mcfife]

[He's checking the paper out first.]

cw: suicide imagery

[stagemanagers]

[It looks like some sort of letter? It begins:]

Dear Evan Hansen,

I wish that everything was different. But life here has been so difficult...

[We don't really need the full text of this. Point being, this is pretty clearly a printed suicide note.]

[mcfife]

That was his friend, wasn't it?

[He just recognizes the name from the yearbook. Was it the guy he drew on the computer? Angus will never know. He folds it gently into his pocket and reaches for the bottle.]

AREA CLEAR

[stagemanagers]