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.]

Comments

[allicareabout]

[It is most definitely not, unfortunately; the library is pretty much the same way Raoul left it, Billy's not trying to move her or anything.

He'll look up when she comes in, though.]

...Astarte.

[Sorry about Raoul's lack of tact, he tried to get the guy to be not himself for five minutes and it didn't exactly work out.]

[1/3]

[solomonjihad]

[Her breath hitches, and she buries her head into her hands. Its true, then. Eliza Hamilton...she--she shakes.

Wait. No.

No, she's slipping--what--no--]

[2/3]

[solomonjihad]

[Someone just has to put in their two cents. There's a mocking smirk as she points at Flynn.]

History is dead
Let us mourn
The empty Trinity,
and the crying orphans-

[3/3]

[solomonjihad]

--NO!

[Anna. Natalie. Heather. Raoul. Seymour. Even Hans. Focus. They need her--

Her eyes roll up and she hits the floor with a thud.]

Ghk--!

[allicareabout]

[...All of this is so far above his pay grade, holy shit.

Are you at least noticeably breathing down there, Astarte, at the very least he wants to make sure you didn't have a heart attack or swallow your tongue or something.]

[solomonjihad]

[Yeah. Heavily, but definitely breathing, carry on]

[onthebusagain]

Jesus Christ Astarte, read the room! [Don't worry everyone, Heather's here, just in time to criticize her probably fainted friend.

She doesn't mean it though, and she crouches beside Astarte to check on her. It gives her good reason not to look at Eliza's body.]

[solomonjihad]

...Heather...

[She goes to take Heather's hand.]

I'm sorry...I think other me just--!

[It doesn't even occur to her that she actually did anything other than almost black out, had she not focused on her friends. Her...her friends.

Angry screaming and clawing at this for it shouldn't happen so easily]

[onthebusagain]

Mega bitch? [THAT IS NOT HER NAME, HEATHER.


Also, she's not letting go of her hand, for now. If anyone else looks at her for more than a fraction of a second, she'll yank it back.] Thank god she went away, now is like, not the time.

[solomonjihad]

Yeah...yeah.

[She tries to give Heather a reassuring smile, though...honestly, she knows its not the most helpful thing right now. The smile doesn't go to her eyes, after all.]

I...I won't let the other me out if I can help it. I promise.

[onthebusagain]

We'll keep an eye on her for you, if she does come out.

[solomonjihad]

Heather...thank you.