[Cantarella is keeping somewhere in the vicinity between the kitchen and the cafe while considering all that's transpired this morning, so Fandaniel will find her sitting at a table at the latter, with no food.]
You've changed out of your devotional costuming, I see. [Most of her investigating was done up in the vestibule area, so she didn't get too deep into the chapel earlier, but she did take note of everyone who had been present there.]
It must have made for an uncomfortable night's sleep.
[ No food, no drink? A shame, which is why Fandaniel appears with not one tea latte, but two, from one of the little egg kiosks, the extra staff. He's the one with extra sugar, but not knowing what Cantarella likes... Well, she may not even be interested in something to drink, or even tea, but he can't be blamed for taking a guess, hm? ]
Well, yes. I was never one for religion.
[ He's back in his properly dapper teacher outfit, same as ever. ]
And perhaps it did, but I don't even recall the sleep. It was more like a light being turned off. Tea?
[ He'll offer her one first. He can sit down after, whether she takes it or not. ]
We did not. It was a coincidence that the four of us ended up locked in there, nothing more. I think Lovecraft may have simply fallen asleep in there on his own, while that Annette girl was there to pray...
[ But where does that leave Fandaniel and Solomon? He doesn't say. ]
Ah, but I came here to ask about that water. It seemed to garner most of your attention after you arrived.
[ The answer will be shockingly stupid, or maybe that won't be shocking whatsoever. ]
The way the blood from the head was so contained makes me wonder if it was wrapped in something to keep it from dripping. Do you think the acid would pull a fresh stain from a cloth?
Yes, one possibility. It makes me wonder if we should not be searching the personal effects of the Troupe, although that could similarly be a waste. Who would keep something so suspect, after all?
Even if the blood could be fully drawn out, a cloak or other clothes would still be wet.
[Since people also have remained in the clothes they slept in unless expicitly changed, she's also been generally keeping an eye on that, though she doubts anyone would be so sloppy.]
It's a long way from the top of this tower to the crypts, but there would have been plenty of time.
[Her finger rims the cup, creating a delicate crystalline sound, much different from the bells that ring to wake them and artificially change the hour.]
And I wonder... if that's not exactly what Father and the rest of his audience are asking now.
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You've changed out of your devotional costuming, I see. [Most of her investigating was done up in the vestibule area, so she didn't get too deep into the chapel earlier, but she did take note of everyone who had been present there.]
It must have made for an uncomfortable night's sleep.
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Well, yes. I was never one for religion.
[ He's back in his properly dapper teacher outfit, same as ever. ]
And perhaps it did, but I don't even recall the sleep. It was more like a light being turned off. Tea?
[ He'll offer her one first. He can sit down after, whether she takes it or not. ]
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[She smiles politely and slides the offered cup towards herself, holding it between both hands.
What he says about the sleep rings true though, at least, if the tilt of her head is any indication.]
Did you all go together?
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[ But where does that leave Fandaniel and Solomon? He doesn't say. ]
Ah, but I came here to ask about that water. It seemed to garner most of your attention after you arrived.
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Anyway--]
Well, there was quite a bit amiss with it. What was your question?
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The way the blood from the head was so contained makes me wonder if it was wrapped in something to keep it from dripping. Do you think the acid would pull a fresh stain from a cloth?
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It's surely one possibility. The blood hadn't carbonized, so there was still some in the basin, and nothing solidified save what already was.
[So we will be ruling out sulfuric acid in a few hours here.]
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Yes, one possibility. It makes me wonder if we should not be searching the personal effects of the Troupe, although that could similarly be a waste. Who would keep something so suspect, after all?
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[Since people also have remained in the clothes they slept in unless expicitly changed, she's also been generally keeping an eye on that, though she doubts anyone would be so sloppy.]
It's a long way from the top of this tower to the crypts, but there would have been plenty of time.
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[Of course the farce runs on a schedule. Why wouldn't it?]
Time is not on our side.
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[ Mm, but he'll set to sipping his own tea latte now that they've had this chat. ]
I wonder... [ He muses aloud as he does. ] How well will all of our actors manage this mysterious trial coming up?
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And I wonder... if that's not exactly what Father and the rest of his audience are asking now.