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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[ 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?

[umbralant]

[ 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.]

[umbralant]

[ 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. ]