INVESTIGATION 3

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INVESTIGATION 3

The clock strikes eight. It's a chilly morning, made even frostier by the fierce winds that would assault your body should you decide to step out onto the streets of Krakow. It seems that during the night, some light snow made its way down, blanketing the city in a layer of fluffy white, almost even covering up some of the puddles left by yesterday's destruction. Of course, that's only superficial; the water still remains on the streets as slick, icy sheets uncovered by the howling winds. And in the same way that the frigid winds care little for the tranquility of the snow, yesterday's violent disruption was a strike against the usual Thursday happenings.

Well, a reminder isn't so bad every now and then. After all, it's Friday morning and there's a motive out for the taking. The gusts send up a dusting of fine snow every now and then, but it's not so terrible that it's impossible to take a stroll or search for clues in the half moon's light. So, where to?

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[drydrown]

[...Awesome. Red and white like "bloodstained"?]

[umbralant]

[ Thankfully not (again), it's just red and white like you would find on normal clothing or accessories. Since it's not covered in a biohazard, investigate it further? ]

[drydrown]

[He'd investigate even if it was covered in a biohazard, because he may or may not have had half a pep talk about actually trying to do things and so god help him, he's going to do things to the best of his slightly stupid ability.

Definitely going to investigate it further - what sort of fabric is it, does it seem like something he would have seen before? The clothing at the opera house is...well, it's costumes, he's wearing one himself right now seeing as it's cold and those tend to have fabric quality that's a little on the interesting side. Is it like that, more on the normal end, too little to tell?]

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[ Ganba Cumore.

Luckily for a man of his finesse and taste, investigating the colored object makes it decently obvious what it is—that and the fact that he's probably seen it's owner wearing it on numerous occassions. It's a red and white band, similar to a ribbon that was previously seen in a certain other noble's hair. There's no forgetting that ruby hue or the prince that wore it. ]

[drydrown]

[Hm. All...right, but what the hell is it doing here...

Well, it's free real estate now, might as well take it with him. It's just lying across the keys, correct, or is it snagged in some way?]

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[ Lying across the keys, not perfectly positioned or arranged a certain way. With that accessory added to his inventory, Cumore's attention will eventually fall on the glass sitting atop the piano, some liquid still inside. ]

[drydrown]

[...Well, that's probably fine. He doesn't drink, so whether he can identify what's in there if it's alcoholic is going to be sort of a crapshoot, but he knows enough to be aware that vodka is kind of akin to fucking hydraulic fuel and whiskey and scotch are allegedly smooth but the burning is a little too much to tell that.

...Like I said. It's a crapshoot.

But let's investigate the liquid, shall we. He knows better than to try to drink it but does it at least look/smell alcoholic? Is there anything particularly distinctive about it?]

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[ Hydraulic fuel, eh? This liquid is clear in color and has that previously described distinctive odor, so odds are very good it's vodka. The glass has about a quarter left in it. ]

[drydrown]

[A ella le gusta la gasolina, or at least someone did. Good to know.

That said, though... Is there only the one glass in here? He supposes that it's possible Olivert was in here by himself and...getting shitfaced or something, but it does kind of make him wonder and he'll take another cursory look around for a moment. Is there any indication that there was someone else here?]

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[ There are two other glasses on a table nearby, within prime viewing and listening distance of the piano. Before you go over to take a look at them though, careful where you step: there's two empty bottles of vodka to the side of the piano bench.

Shitfaced indeed. ]

[drydrown]

[oh holy shit STAY CLASSY, OLIVERT???

Okay. Let's try not to trip over the bottles there (though they are definitely being noted) and see what's going on with the setup over here. Does it look like our piano-playing friend had any help with the vodka, is there anything left over here?

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[ Always.

The glasses on the table are empty but the distinct smell of vodka remains in both glasses. ]

[drydrown]

[...this is exactly how he wanted to spend his morning. Smelling glasses in the bar to see what horrid substances may have been in them.

All of this is...good to know, he supposes? There's no sign of any sort of struggle in here, though, correct? Just signs that there were people in here getting drunk as hell.]

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[ No signs of any struggle! And the rest of the Jazz Bar looks undisturbed too. ]

[drydrown]

[...All right. One last once-over just to make sure he didn't miss anything... Otherwise, are we done here?]

[umbralant]

[ You're good to go, Cumore! A pretty productive investigation even if you had to smell way too much vodka. ]