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first trial
[Within a few minutes of the performers is finishing their investigations, the lights in every room flicker on and off several times. For those in or close to the lobby, they hear a faint rumbling. The gilded doors across from the heavy wooden front doors (which have always been there, the showrunners may have gotten to indicate them on the map) have opened.
Your intermission is ending. The show is about to begin.
The space behind them is lit; you're free to enter. It's a very short hallway, decorated in the same way as the lobby with the light walls and red carpet. There is one more set of doors to pass through and then you're all, finally, in the House. There's one grand chandelier above, glittering crystal, and the seats around you are made of fine, if dust-caked, red velvet. Those don't seem to be for you though - all the way down in front of the stage, where the orchestra might sit, there's a circle of wooden podiums. They're arranged so that everyone can face each other and are fixed into place. Each one bears a metal plaque with a cast member's name engraved on it. There's also a metal panel on top, with twenty ivory buttons paired to everyone's name.
Among these, only Jonny's podium is different - that one is draped in black crepe, with a larger grey-scale version of his headshot from the playbill framed and sitting at on top like a funerary portrait. Standing where he might have stood, a bare light bulb glows faintly atop a metal pole.
Right here, you're very close to the stage. But the curtain is closed, and it's a little too high to easily clamber up. You may not want to try. You've got more important business right now, after all.
As everyone is finding their places, the Phantom's voice suddenly sounds loud and clear throughout the space. If anyone is to look up, however, they'll see the dark suited figure of him and the whiteness of his mask peering over the edge of box 5.]
You must now determine who was responsible for the death of Jonny D'Ville. Submit your vote on the podiums when you are certain of your choice.
Your intermission is ending. The show is about to begin.
The space behind them is lit; you're free to enter. It's a very short hallway, decorated in the same way as the lobby with the light walls and red carpet. There is one more set of doors to pass through and then you're all, finally, in the House. There's one grand chandelier above, glittering crystal, and the seats around you are made of fine, if dust-caked, red velvet. Those don't seem to be for you though - all the way down in front of the stage, where the orchestra might sit, there's a circle of wooden podiums. They're arranged so that everyone can face each other and are fixed into place. Each one bears a metal plaque with a cast member's name engraved on it. There's also a metal panel on top, with twenty ivory buttons paired to everyone's name.
Among these, only Jonny's podium is different - that one is draped in black crepe, with a larger grey-scale version of his headshot from the playbill framed and sitting at on top like a funerary portrait. Standing where he might have stood, a bare light bulb glows faintly atop a metal pole.
Right here, you're very close to the stage. But the curtain is closed, and it's a little too high to easily clamber up. You may not want to try. You've got more important business right now, after all.
As everyone is finding their places, the Phantom's voice suddenly sounds loud and clear throughout the space. If anyone is to look up, however, they'll see the dark suited figure of him and the whiteness of his mask peering over the edge of box 5.]
You must now determine who was responsible for the death of Jonny D'Ville. Submit your vote on the podiums when you are certain of your choice.
THE HERDING OF CATS
[Angus knocks on his podium three times, waits for a moment, then knocks on it again. When he gets everyone's attention, he speaks:]
As we have discussed, there are plenty of ways this could have happened, but we should review the evidence. Jonny was likely killed in the costume room by a single knife wound. As a cyborg, he had healing abilities as evidenced by the wounds on his knuckles, but they were not enough to save him.
His body was moved but not dragged a considerable distance to Room 20, which means that someone was strong enough to carry him or Jonny thought he would be fine and attempted to return to his room. He died leaning against the door.
There was a knife hidden under his pillow and his room was ransacked with his key in his door. Whether Jonny used that knife or his killer did, we still haven't figured out.
The dress and shirt were used to clean up the blood, though the dress was not worn. They may have been used by the killer to protect their clothing if they carried Jonny to the closet.
There is one question I have left: what do you make of the ring found in his pocket?
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hey mods!
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pocket check?
[Ariel empties his pockets. Or would, if he had anything to show.]
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A Hot Pocket to be precise.
And some small vending machine trinkets, but no rings.]
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Re: pocket check?
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more fucking muffins, somehowthe program booklet. She keeps it on her most of the time to help remember names. ]no subject
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May I see it? I will give it back. [He forces a smile] I would not dream of "messing with you."
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- a pen
- some crumpled paper
- bandages? from the merch booth?
- room key
- the wrapper from a tea bag]
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What are pockets.]
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[So she doesn't have anything.]
I-I'm sorry! I just couldn't... I couldn't keep wearing...
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Oh no, he was gonna propose to someone.
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I remember he had on a simple band himself, but no other rings. He could have gotten it out of the merchandise booth.