The morning dawned far too early- as it typically did, although a bit less so in winter - but Mistress Ruby felt uncharacteristically well. Perhaps it was just the lack of a hangover, or maybe it was the pharmaceuticals that the good Doctor Ivory had so generously handed over the night prior. Whatever the reason, the socialite was feeling remarkably invigorated indeed, and hurried over to the Manor house to join the other guests for breakfast. The tragic demise of Miss Scarlet was the furthest thing from her mind.
Unfortunately, the good feeling began to dissipate right around her third mimosa, when it became clear that their number had dwindled by a count of one. It proved to be such a distraction, in fact, that Mistress Ruby found herself following the rest immediately after the meal - despite resolute plans to visit the bunny slope before her usual late-morning lassitude kicked in. It was there, just a few doors down from her own, that Mistress Ruby witnessed the grim scene within Madame Sapphire's cabin.
"Well, that's a pity," she quipped to no one in particular. "Of course, if you're going to kick off, I've heard going in your sleep is really the best way..." The mood, however, remained quite somber, and none of the guests appeared to appreciate Mistress Ruby's philosophical observation. The whole situation was rather frustrating, and also served as a reminder that there was still an unsolved murder - and two murderers - afoot. With a heavy sigh she disengaged herself from the gawking crowd and made her way back to her own cabin.
It seemed a shame to hole herself up there, however - her ski attire was brand new and custom-tailored, trimmed to great effect with the most exquisite white ermine. It would hardly be appreciated within the confines of her small cabin. No, Mistress Ruby needed to be out and seen. Tucking her blonde curls back into her hood, she set out to socialize with the other guests, and perhaps uncover a clue or two as to what befell the unfortunate Miss Scarlet.
Of course, Mistress Ruby was not much of an investigator, unless it involved finding the perfect Cabernet for dinner. Unclear where to begin searching in earnest, she chose the easiest option: her neighbor on the other side, Mister Green's cabin.