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itscurtains2020-08-08 10:55 am
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2020-08-08 10:55 am
fifth trial
[When the investigation finishes, the lights begin to flicker on and off as that low, gentle rumble echoes through the opera house.
Your intermission is ending. Please return to your trial room.
The court room looks just as it always has for you: the grand chandelier glittering above your heads, the dusty red velvet seats. In the orchestra pit your circle of wooden podiums are waiting. Jeremy and Steven's podiums are draped in black crepe with their grey scale 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. His tone is even, with none of the distraction or terse notes in the weeks before. He almost sounds curious for how this all will play out.]
You must now determine who was responsible for the death of Steven Universe. 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 always has for you: the grand chandelier glittering above your heads, the dusty red velvet seats. In the orchestra pit your circle of wooden podiums are waiting. Jeremy and Steven's podiums are draped in black crepe with their grey scale 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. His tone is even, with none of the distraction or terse notes in the weeks before. He almost sounds curious for how this all will play out.]
You must now determine who was responsible for the death of Steven Universe. Submit your vote on the podiums when you are certain of your choice.
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In... in the trashcan in the kitchen I found... pieces of a pink gem that was previously Steven's. Like Spinel-san... Whoever did this learned from her murder and made sure to smash it...
[ The fucking trashcan though... just throwing him away... she can't forgive that. ]
But I also found a weird rag in there too. It has pink dust on it and a... strange chemical smell. I bagged it for safety and I don't think it's safe to smell it too closely.
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Something tells me he'd probably say no.
[ --wait, idea ]
But maybe he could at least confirm to us if smelling it is dangerous or not?
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[ Santana holds up the ether. ]
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[ ... ]
I tried... to make sure I got all of him...
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...but then she remembers. ]
Oh! I almost forgot!
When I was bagging everything up and washing my hands I also found two mugs in the sink. They both looked like they had just been washed.
I think maybe the culprit had sat down with him for a while before attacking.
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Lulled into submission, perhaps? The ether is a liquid, yes? Could it not have been mixed into a drink?
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Between all of us here, if anyone does taste it, it should be Mephisto or I. It'd probably affect us the least.
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