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[Center][color=a6fef2]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Foyer  
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Lawrence? That was a good guess if any. The mad had broken his nose how many times over the course of one day? If Sam didn't know any better he'd swear the man enjoyed the constant bashing. But no, this wasn't about Lawrence or…wait did she just comment on what he was wearing? He had half a mind to explain to her the severity of the situation as well as the exact reason why he wasn't fully dressed when another voice chimed in and broke his concentration. Another one of the Dancers, hair damp and headphones draped around her neck (a bad combo if they wanted to keep those things working), mentioned that Tony was situated in the room right next to theirs. Finally! And answer. Was all Sam could think before Constance decided to push past him and leave his vicinity. What was her deal? 

Regardless of someone's bad morning manners, Sam made his way over towards Tony's room, knocking somewhat loudly in an attempt to ensure the man woke up. After a small conversation they made their way over to the top of the stairs, only Tony had gone down. But once the white sheet was draped over her body, Sam knew what that must have meant. His stomach turned in him, his fingers going ice cold as his throat felt like it was being gripped from the inside. He took a step back, his mind rattled until he realized something. It would take hours before any help could truly arrive. So Sam scrambled back into his room, grabbing a spare camera he brought for secondary filming in the event he wanted to set up in a room with no one else. The card was blank, the battery full, and he came out somewhat hurriedly, making his way down the flight of stairs, asking Tony if he could come with him for a brief moment. 

[Color=a6fef2]”Photo's. We should um we should probably document her pose and uh…injuries and stuff before moving her right? For the investigation.”[/color] Sam's voice was shaky, his words hard to come out as he gently shook the camera in his grasp. [Color=a6fef2]”Would you mind…showing me what seems important? I'm not a doctor…just an AV nerd…”[/color]

Tony seemed skeptical, glancing alternately at Sam and Felix. [color=skyblue]”I suppose the police [i]would[/i] document all of that if they were here… but we’re [i]not[/i] the police, and who knows how long it would take for them to get here. I’m not sure that would be appropriate,”[/color] he answered, uncertain.

Felix glanced up the stairs. “I do not know what police look for in these situations. But there may be important information that they need. If we move the body we might disrupt that information. I do not think it would hurt to take those photographs,” Felix said.

[Color=a6fef2]”Ok.”[/color] Sam said before taking in a deep breath. He exhaled slowly, looking down at the sheet covering the body. His heart racing at the thought of it coming off. [Color=a6fef2]”Let's get to it then…can you remove the sheet please? Anything I should look out for Tony? Bruising, discoloration, open uh…areas.”[/color] He'd seen so many crime shows he could figure his way around it all. He knew what they should be doing in theory had they been cops. He knew a matrix needed to be drawn, lettering assigned to each section, grid, so the evidence could be held to make sense. But he doubted anyone would listen, nor that he could do it right. Knowing something and doing it were two very different things. 

With Felix agreeing to it, Tony didn’t argue further, carefully removing the sheet. [color=skyblue]”Technically I did move… her… slightly while assessing her injuries, but not much. Rigor mortis has already started setting in - the body is stiff - so she’s been here for a while. How long, I don’t have the expertise to judge. There are some bones that I suspect are broken,”[/color] he gestures as he explains, pointing them out, [color=skyblue]”but without either taking x-rays or prodding her more than I would like, I can’t be certain. None of that would be fatal, but–”[/color] Tony pauses mid-explanation, glancing back at Sam. [color=skyblue]”Are you squeamish? Because this next part is… not pretty.”[/color]

Sam took a few images of the body, different angles from all sides to denote the position and location she was found in. As Tony got into more of the minute details,  Sam began to zoom in.  Snapping shots of each location the good doctor pointed to, all while looking out for anything that may have been missed. Loose hair, some fuzz or fabric, bruising he hadn't seen. Nothing. He froze when Tony asked him the next question.  Sam had only ever seen two other dead bodies in his life, one on a slab and the other…he didn't want to think about it. But seeing her lifeless on the floor flooded back memories. [Color=a6fef2]”Please, squeamish? I've made horror films before. “[/color] He replied,  trying to convince himself more than Tony before nodding at him to continue.

If Tony didn’t believe him, he didn’t show it. Kneeling down in front of the body he continued, [color=skyblue]”None of that would be fatal, but [i]this[/i] certainly would be.”[/color] He carefully rolls the body partially onto its side, revealing the massive injury on the back of her head. [color=skyblue]”To put it simply, something hit the back of her head… hard. It would need to be cleaned to really see exactly how bad this is, but considering the circumstances…”[/color] he trails off, not explaining the obvious. [color=skyblue]”Considering where she was found, the most obvious theory is that she fell down the stairs. All of these injuries would be consistent with that; tumbling down stairs will often break bones, and if she landed squarely on her head…”/color] he trails off again. The mental image is bad enough without explaining in vivid detail. [color=skyblue]”Of course, there [i]could[/i] be other explanations for these injuries… but I don’t see anything here that wouldn’t fit with the simplest one,”[/color] he finishes, before carefully laying the body back down.

Sam looked at Tony, peering just over the top of his camera after taking several pictures of the wound he was showcasing to him. His voice was low enough so only Tony could hear him ask it. [Color=a6fef2]”Be real with me, can a fall like that actually create this wound? Or do you suspect foul play?”[/color] A part of him wanted to reach forward and press against the wound. To see if there was some form of indent that could tell a different story. But he didn't dare touch the body. Even now it was taking everything within himself to keep his composure. Yet his hands still shook, tears were clearly beginning to well into the corner of his eyes, and the squat position he had been in had fallen, his knees now squarely on the ground as his legs felt numb from it all.

Tony glanced towards Felix, and up the stairs, before quietly answering. [color=skyblue]”It could if she landed very badly, yes,”[/color] he answered genuinely. [color=skyblue]”Whether it was a stair, the floor, or… [i]something else[/i] that hit her head, the end result would be pretty much the same. Beyond that… I don’t know.”[/color]

Sam couldn't make heads or tails on if that meant he thought it was an accident or a murder disguised as an accident.  He thought about what Miguel and Millicent had said, M&M as he may call them from now on. Standing up, legs still shaken a bit, he gave a tight lipped smile to Tony. [Color=a6fef2]”Thank you doc, Felix, now if you'll excuse me im going to go vomit now…”[/color]