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fourth trial
[When the investigation finishes, the lights begin to flicker on and off as that low, gentle rumble echoes through the opera house. Again for those investigating the grounds the outdoor lights illuminating the still night flicker to get their attention.
Your intermission is ending. Please return to your trial room.
The court room looks just as it did before: the grand chandelier glittering above your heads, the dusty red velvet seats. In the orchestra pit your circle of wooden podiums are waiting. Angus, Riley and Shilo's podiums are draped in black crepe with their greyscale funerary portraits, just like your friends before them. The ghost light glows softly behind the podiums.
The curtain is closed, waiting to open when a decision has been reached and the execution can commence.
When everyone is in their places, the Phantom's voice echoes loud and clear through the theatre from his place in box 5. He still sounds distracted, just as he was for his other public appearance this week, like there are other things weighing on his mind.]
You must now determine who was responsible for the death of Shilo Wallace. Submit your vote on the podiums when you are certain of your choice.
[Gather your evidence and let's begin.]
Your intermission is ending. Please return to your trial room.
The court room looks just as it did before: the grand chandelier glittering above your heads, the dusty red velvet seats. In the orchestra pit your circle of wooden podiums are waiting. Angus, Riley and Shilo's podiums are draped in black crepe with their greyscale funerary portraits, just like your friends before them. The ghost light glows softly behind the podiums.
The curtain is closed, waiting to open when a decision has been reached and the execution can commence.
When everyone is in their places, the Phantom's voice echoes loud and clear through the theatre from his place in box 5. He still sounds distracted, just as he was for his other public appearance this week, like there are other things weighing on his mind.]
You must now determine who was responsible for the death of Shilo Wallace. Submit your vote on the podiums when you are certain of your choice.
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[He holds up the weeding fork]
This looks like it's been cleaned recently. Do your nails, too?
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Then why would they leave the hammer there, instead of hiding it with the rest?...other than splitting it up, which...
[Stephen sighs, and runs a hand through his hair in frustration]
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Do you think the fabric was meant to cover up a wound on the attacker?
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[Murder horf!!!!]
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[He's visibly uncomfortable just thinking about this. It's not getting easier, not when he was just starting to really get to know her. But for her sake...]
If everything else doesn't match, we can change it. But...this way, it'd make sense that either the fabric was used to staunch or hide the bleeding, or keep it from getting on to the person who...attacked her.
Which'd mean that they went to the costume room, first, and cut a piece out- and went back to hide the evidence? [He frowns, not sure it's right. But...]
Phantom? Did- whatever that sickness was. [fucking magic bullshit] Did it go away the minute she died?
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[He's quiet, then, softly;]
I know I was seeing things. If it wasn't for the pamphlet Jeremy found, I'd wonder if maybe they saw her as someone else.
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Repenting for their mistake?
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A wish for peace for us after this trial was over?
[Since when does he argue for the goodness in people! This place is the worst.]
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[and since when does she argue for the bad in people???? IS IT OPPOSITE DAY?]
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[MINUS ONE VICTOR WOULD MAKE SEVEN CANDLES]
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Or--- they think we'd all be willing to lay down our lives, for them to get away with it.
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DON'T LIKE THAT... ]
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[Listen he's still trying to hope that this was all a bad accident. He's not ready for another Riley moment, or to find out that one of you bastards was Angus-ing all along.]