Fifth Investigation

[stagemanagers]

[This week being what it is, some of you probably aren't quite asleep right now.

So when the morning hour rolls around, you may be the ones to hear the sound of the stairwell doors clicking open again.

Maybe someone should go check that out.]

Comments

[dechagny]

[Nice, excellent, let's go look at that cushion. What's the color, size, and physical state of the cusion? Would it be one that he might recognize from somewhere else within the opera house?]

[stagemanagers]

[The cushion looks rather like it came from the chairs in the library. They're fairly large, being seat cushions and all.

This one is pretty destroyed, with two holes blown in it. The stuffing is falling out.]

[dechagny]

[Two holes blown in it? Raoul crouches down to pick the cushion up, being careful about the stuffing falling out. Are there any marks or smells Raoul would notice that might indicate what made the holes?]

[stagemanagers]

[Smells like gunpowder.]

[dechagny]

[Yeah that's pretty distinct, but it also makes his blood boil. A gun...someone had a gun here, and real bullets - no doubt the gun came from the merchandise booth. Why does he think that? Because look how much dangerous shit he's gotten out of there himself!

He narrows his eyes in disgust and shakes his head.] Damn it all...she'd been shot!

[He's gonna punch whoever did this.]

[allicareabout]

[She sure as hell has been shot, yes.]