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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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[She looks at Stephen, a bit betrayed.]
Besides. You know what we... talked about. You know what my plan was, and it wasn't murder.
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Christine. When did you start seeing Ruth? Tuesday, right, with the rest of us? [PLEASE SAY YES]
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You saw me this week too. I was willing to do anything for Jeremy. Why would I let him die?
[She's talking faster and faster, her eyes overflowing.]
I thought you trusted me! I wouldn't ever betray your trust like that!
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[He deflates, face in a hand]
I'm sorry. I wanted to be sure you didn't- that you didn't have one. That it was just part of...everything else.
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[It's said absently, like a reflex.]
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[... Right?]
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[Listen, she's panicking, explain it to her slowly.]
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You'd die, too, though.
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Did you do something to 'Jeremy'? Or are you speaking rhetorically?
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[He is going to Christine and standing behind her very defensively. At least she's small and makes him look taller than she is!]
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I was saying if I did, and I was willing to sacrifice you all for it, then I'd lose Jeremy too. And I'm... I could never...
[Not when he'd admitted that to her.]
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...She looks like she needs a hug, don't you think, Jeremy?
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What about you, Jeremy? What did you remember this week?
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cw: unwanted romance advances