[Gabe will, indeed, have to pick that lock. When he opens the door to the Presidential Suite, he'll find that it is in absolute ruin: every piece from the neatly kept bar and beverage station smashed on the floor in a sea of glass and porcelain. the tea boxes have been thrown. Horatio's axe is embedded in the middle of the sofa, and fluff is everywhere. any piece of furniture that could have been broken and mangled has been, and there are splintered bits of wood everywhere. the windows have been smashed, and Dolores' usual window seat is abandoned.
The mannequin herself stands near the door to the guest room, as if staring in. The only reassuring detail may be that the amount of blood on the floor is negligible: spotting here and there, as though Horatio cut himself by accident over the course of his rampage, but nothing bad enough to worry about.
Gabe's sharp eye would notice that while the bar is empty, there are no broken bottles. If he peers into the guest room or passes Dolores to go in, he will discover the answer to the puzzle: Horatio, curled up unconscious on the guest bed, surrounded by empty liquor bottles]
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cw: (apparent) underage alcoholism
Date: 2022-04-05 12:14 am (UTC)The mannequin herself stands near the door to the guest room, as if staring in. The only reassuring detail may be that the amount of blood on the floor is negligible: spotting here and there, as though Horatio cut himself by accident over the course of his rampage, but nothing bad enough to worry about.
Gabe's sharp eye would notice that while the bar is empty, there are no broken bottles. If he peers into the guest room or passes Dolores to go in, he will discover the answer to the puzzle: Horatio, curled up unconscious on the guest bed, surrounded by empty liquor bottles]