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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.
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.
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What if...
[Accidentally shut in. The body experiences stress. Heart failure.
Peregrine screaming what it's like to die alone, not even knowing anyone was there.
But. Yet.]
He wasn't dead yet...?
[She pales considerably as that realization comes to her.]
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[ YIKES, ]
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[He jerks, startled by it again.]
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What? What is it?
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no one deserves to fade away.
No one should flicker out or have any doubt,
that it matters they are here.
No one deserves to disappear.
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You wanna believe that the fight will be fair,
That someone will come or that someone will care,
But more often than not, there's no one else there.
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so I wait around for an answer to appear
while I'm watch, watch, watching people pass—
waving through a window
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Is anybody waving back at me?
[ ...Yeah, they're having A Moment, aren't they? ]
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...do you feel faint again?
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...........
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Are you alright?
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There is also a very base terror in the gleam of her eyes, as if she is seeing something for the first time, and in this, she starts to shake violently.]
.........he wasn't dead.................
[She's in shock. A great deal of shock.
Something is not right.]
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[Does it really need to order that but yeah GET MOVING, HUMAN]
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Madame Elisabeth. [hsi voice is strained, cracked]
Madame Elisabeth, you didn't...
cw: ptsd-ish flashback [1/2]
....fix this......
...whoever did this to you-I don't-just...don't move, just stay...stay here, monsieur, you'll be...
...
y-you'll be...
[No one else can see it, what she's seeing. But they will see the tears start to stream from her eyes.]
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...................................
[A shaking mouth slowly goes to her mouth, and a sob comes from it.]
God no, no, no...!
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Hold her. She is going to collapse.
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His own eyes are wide and he's gone very pale, and there is absolutely fear and shock written on his face]
Madame Elisabeth, you---[he can't say it. He cannot say it. He can only pull her closer, one hand going to her hair, clasping her to him]
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He turns to look at the Wizard, and points at Elisabeth. ]
Look at her! She was trying to help him! [ he shouts, furious and heartbroken. ] You keep saying it has to be done this way but it doesn't! This is all your fault!
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