Third Trial

[stagemanagers]

[Once again, the sound of opening doors echoes through the opera house as the investigation draws to a close.

Time for your third trial.

The courtroom looks the same as ever, save that Darla and Eliza's podiums are now arranged in the same funerary fashion as the other deceased cast members. The lights from the bulbs standing in their places seem to cast the rest of the house even more in shadow, even as the crystal chandeliers still glitter dimly above. The Balladeer is hidden backstage once more, somewhere behind the red curtain drawn shut across the stage. Once everyone's taken their places, he speaks up.]

Alright. Let's do this.

Comments

[dechagny]

I have heard of women taking mixtures made with arsenic to improve their complexions, but...it would be small amounts mixed with vinegar and chalk, never into sweets. And to give it to a child...well, that's out of the question.

[onthebusagain]

Really? Do you think it works? [Is she considering it? Maybe. Someone's broken out under all this stage makeup. ]

[dechagny]

I think after today I have a better understanding why it might work.

[Said pretty sarcastically. Because you know. Why the fuck would you want to put that in your body after today.]

[onthebusagain]

[YEAH on second thought probably not the time. ]