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

[stagemanagers]

[He's definitely going to notice that her body's dry just from pulling her out. She hasn't yet been cleaned of her sins.]

nope gonna keep bringing up that cw: emeto

[inforapenny]

[He gags again at the acid smell of vomit, but still stays strong.]

...what was the point of putting her in the washing machine?

[What does her face look like? Swollen, cyanotic, smelling like almonds???]

cw: emeto

[stagemanagers]

[The only visible sign of irritation on her face seems to be a rash around her mouth, there doesn't appear to be any swelling here.]

K now I think he's good

[inforapenny]

[Ok, Billy. Time to man up. They're all counting on you.

Holding one glove over his nose and mouth, he reaches out with the other and carefully moves her head to see if her neck was snapped, before dipping a finger of the coarse leather glove into her mouth and dabbing the inside of her cheeks to see if it's also raw and bloody inside.]

cw: emeto ONE LAST TIME

[stagemanagers]

[Well done, Billy.

Darla's neck is not snapped - indeed, there's no wounds on her head, unless we're counting that rash. The inside of her mouth also has a tiny bit of blood, though by now it's mostly dried. Aside from the general smell of that and vomit, there's also something of a garlicky smell.]

cw: emeto goddamnit

[inforapenny]

[Billy hazards to sniff his glove after he pulls it out of her mouth, and then gags louder than before. His eyes water, the clean glove still clapped over to his mouth as he scrambles up and stumbles to the trash can provided for lint disposal purposes. He heaves (a whole lot of nothing - Billy, eat a sandwich) into the trash can, then dry heaves one last time before he strips his gloves off and slam dunks them into the trash can.

ARE WE DONE HERE. WE'RE DONE HERE. BYE. THE DOCTOR IS OUT.]

[stagemanagers]

[RUN FREE, BILLY, YOU'RE GOOD]