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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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I never really looked around in the infirmary though.
[She hesitates, but...] Do you think it's possible that this really was completely a suicide, but someone just tampered with the evidence? Even if the patron didn't kill Steven, that doesn't mean he couldn't have... tried to frame one of us.
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If nothing else, I think Steven was aware of what was happening.
As for tampering... [A breath.] I worry that there was yet another among us who was tapped by the Phantom to interfere. Unless the Patron did directly.
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... [Actually, now she's had a horrific thought, thinking this through in her head.]
Wait. Wait, I think... Do you think it's possible Steven might have tried to do what King Richard did, and remove his gem after someone else poisoned him to make it a suicide?
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[He makes a face]
That could be possible.
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Who among us would have chosen him as a victim?
[He... pauses for a moment]
I think I was the least close to him of us all.
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I... was good friends with him, and he helped me a lot while I was here. I wouldn't want him dead, but... you can choose not to believe me if you want.
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[His knuckles tighten against the podium.]
I'm tired of having to guess at who I can trust.
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I-I know. I am too.
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Promise me you didn't do it, Christine.
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You know I wouldn't break a promise. And you? Can you do the same?
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[ this motive definitely didn’t tempt santana. bad bitches have no regrets! and she’s too young for any really serious ones, anyway. ]
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That I can see Steven doing.
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[Christine had thought about attempting her own self-sacrifice a few times before, after all. This place wasn't great for those with too much care for others. She swallows hard around the lump in her throat.]
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He could have gotten... tired. Could have remembered something he couldn't bear to come to grips with.
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[ like she understands you can't tell if someone's struggling internally or not all the time because lol that's her fam, but this doesn't sound right to her. ]
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Especially without a notable struggle.