fourth trial

[stagemanagers]

[For a fourth time, the doors of the trial room unlock with a loud, echoing click and creak of the doors opening.

The time has come for your fourth trial.

The courtroom looks as it always does, with Hook and Javert's podiums are have been decorated just as the other dead performers are. The added lights cast even more shadows across the room and the chandelier above glitters and hangs ominously overhead. The Balladeer is nowhere to be seen again, presumably waiting behind the curtain to be needed. Once everyone is in position, his voice rings out across the courtroom.]

You guys know what to do. Let's get this over with.

Comments

[dechagny]

[Oh God, she's right, if they have Stabby speak then-]

...Astarte...

[solomonjihad]

...Raoul...ah.

[Oh god, please don't cry, she's already crying...well, ok, she...can't make you not cry, but...]

I...did manage to clean your handkerchief again...I forgot to bring it, though.

[dechagny]

[...He...can't help but smile, just a little. And he can't help that there are tears in his eyes as he leaves his podium to pull her into a gentle hug.]

It's fine. It's...the least of my worries.

[OH GOD why did this have to happen fuck you Stabby]

For as long as I live...I shall always remember you as a friend, Astarte. No matter the outcome.

[solomonjihad]

[She is going to take that hug, and hold on for a good while. She sobs gently into his shoulder; for all of the bravado, she really is scared. What if they can't get the other her to confess?...what if...what if she wakes up and everyone is dead...]

[dechagny]

[He pets her head gently, comfortingly. For all he knows, it'll be the last measure of kindness he can ever show her.]