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It's Curtains Mods ([personal profile] stagemanagers) wrote in [community profile] itscurtains2021-06-12 12:00 pm
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First Trial

[As the investigation ends, you'll hear Hester's voice inviting you to the auditorium. As this happens, the twin doors on either side of the concession stand, across from the gym, will click open. You can enter on either side; both go to the same place.

When you enter the auditorium, it's dark. There's only the small lights along the walkway behind all the seats, just enough to illuminate where you're going. There's a central path between the seats, down towards where you know the stage must be. That's where you must be going, right? As you pass each row of seats, the lights at their ends flick on, marking your procession and slowly making more and more of the room visible. Shortly, you can see your destination: a circle of podiums stationed in the orchestra pit, below the lip of the darkened, curtained stage. They're all identical, labeled with a cast member's name, save for Mumble's, which is draped in black crepe and has a framed monochrome photo of him - Elijah Wood him - on top.

When you reach the podiums, the lights above the stage finally come on. It's time to meet the Wizard.

The mechanical head, with glowing green eyes, is installed above the stage and the still-closed curtain. Even if you were standing on the stage, it'd be well out of reach. It peers down at all of you, its motions fluid, and speaks with a booming, artificial-sounding voice:]


Welcome to your first trial, everyone. I am the Wizard. It's time to determine who was responsible for the murder of Mumble. Feel free to talk amongst yourselves and work together - you'll have to show teamwork if you want to leave this room alive.
themuseabandonsyou: (shattered)

[personal profile] themuseabandonsyou 2021-06-12 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Orpheus chokes a little, drawing in a slow, rattling breath through his teeth. He's stuck at his podium, nearly across from her, and can't offer much physical comfort, but- ]

I know. It's... [ One of the worst ways to go, that he can think of. But that's not helpful to say, so he just shakes his head. ] It's not fair. None of this should have happened.

[ His voice breaks a little, and he has to look aside, blinking back tears himself. What else is there to say? There's no comfort to be had in the notion that they'll get through this, because someone else is going to have to die - it's all cruel and unfair and he doesn't know what to do. ]
comeandfindme: (i'm- i'm- i'm-)

[personal profile] comeandfindme 2021-06-12 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Unfortunately, there's not much to say. Peregrine's crying, biting down on her lip to keep from saying anything more. ]