[Cabanela's seen and heard a lot of strange things since waking up in this place, but people turning to glass and shattering? That's on a whole new level. Why? Why did this have to happen? He'd set a certain plan in motion just before the ousting finished, but it seems like a cruel joke now. When he takes out his pocketwatch, he doesn't expect to pick up a signal at all. Or, if he does, it'd point him to Prince Hans's remains. Surprisingly, that turns out not to be the case at all.
While everyone panics over the glass shards which were once people, Cabanela dashes over to the audience area in the concert hall, pocketwatch in hand. This... This makes no sense. How could the signal be coming from here of all places?
Needless to say, the good inspector spends the rest of the night crawling along between the audience seats, running his hands over the ground as if he's looking for a contact lens or something. That assumption would be sort of correct. It's just not a contact lens he's looking for. He's also keeping an eye on the stage for suspicious activity, but when the time comes for breakfast, he won't get to witness anything at all. The lights go out for a good thirty seconds and when they come back on, the food is just... there.
...Damn it all. He'll grab some coffee and go back to searching the audience area, then. Feel free to catch him crawling along the dirty floor between the seats, either at night or after breakfast's been served. Just beware, come morning he won't have had a good night's sleep in two days and all these dead ends he keeps hitting aren't helping his temper any.]
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While everyone panics over the glass shards which were once people, Cabanela dashes over to the audience area in the concert hall, pocketwatch in hand. This... This makes no sense. How could the signal be coming from here of all places?
Needless to say, the good inspector spends the rest of the night crawling along between the audience seats, running his hands over the ground as if he's looking for a contact lens or something. That assumption would be sort of correct. It's just not a contact lens he's looking for. He's also keeping an eye on the stage for suspicious activity, but when the time comes for breakfast, he won't get to witness anything at all. The lights go out for a good thirty seconds and when they come back on, the food is just... there.
...Damn it all. He'll grab some coffee and go back to searching the audience area, then. Feel free to catch him crawling along the dirty floor between the seats, either at night or after breakfast's been served. Just beware, come morning he won't have had a good night's sleep in two days and all these dead ends he keeps hitting aren't helping his temper any.]