third investigation

[stagemanagers]

[The Opera House is quiet on Friday, just as it was quiet last Friday. There's no immediate smell of blood the air and most everyone was pretty blase about the motive earlier in the week this might just be a deathless week.

The only way to know for sure is to investigate.]

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AREA CLEAR

[stagemanagers]

[stagemanagers]

[Despite the chair being very lightly damp, there doesn't look to be any blood in the immediate area.]

[allicareabout]

[Just for clarification's sake, then, for visualization purposes - does the gash look like it might have been caused by something else, or is it reasonable to think that it was caused by the ceramic? Judging by the way there are fragments of it still in her hair - are they around the injury, are they elsewhere, are they sort of haphazard?

If it's difficult or impossible to tell, that's fine as well! o/]

[stagemanagers]

[It's absolutely reasonable to believe the wound was caused by the ceramic.]

[allicareabout]

[Excellent, thank you!

...Also this is kind of repulsive, but what the hell are forensics, he's from 1924 - if one were to take a white pocketsquare out of one's pocket and touch it to the damp spot on the chair, would it come back bloodstained due to transfer, or no?

...Ditto for her shoulder, actually. White fabric on whatever's damp there. Anything?]

[stagemanagers]

[It's definitely not blood in either case. The white of the pocketsquare gets stained a watery, pale brown, like spilled coffee or tea. It's noticeably darker from her shoulder than from the chair but both areas have the same sweet, dessert smell although it's much stronger coming from Eliza.]

[stagemanagers]

[If she checks the bakery she might find a match.]

[allicareabout]

[Duly...noted...

Just...checking her over one more time, to see if there are things that were missed or things that should be jumping out at him - is there anything else noticeable going on with the body/anywhere else that he should be looking but I am too much of an idiot to figure out?]

[stagemanagers]

[You've pretty much garnered everything, Billy. Great job, good egg.]

[onthebusagain]

[GOD. FUCK BAKING. She flips through it- anything in there, other than deserts that are forever ruined?]

AREA CLEAR

[stagemanagers]

[stagemanagers]

[No, nothing. There are no bookmarks or anything inside, and no writing.]