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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[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.]

[stagemanagers]

[It's a pill bottle! The label says melatonin.]

[mcfife]

[That's weird! Huh! Has it been used?]

[stagemanagers]

[It's not like, full? But it isn't completely empty, either.]

[mcfife]

[He's taking this too. If there's nothing else in the locker, he's also going to check the floor for anything that fell or rolled out of the way.]

[whatyouwant]

[Elle looks at the note.]

He said he didn't know an "Evan Hansen." Maybe it's someone he knows from some of his missing time?

[mcfife]

That's likely. I remember meeting a king, but I would not have known we were close last week.

[It's an interesting detail, though. Angus will have to bring it up during the trial.]

How are you faring, Elle?

[whatyouwant]

[Elle's shoulders sag.]

Not great, but...[She looks back towards the body.] We gotta hold it together for the kids.

[mcfife]

We do.

[He looks down at his pile of evidence, takes a deep breath, and rolls up the clothing in his arms.]

It will be another long day. We should bring something to drink until we are let go.