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itscurtains2021-06-12 12:00 pm
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2021-06-12 12:00 pm
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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[She starts to lose it again.]
I brought him there...thinking he'd be all right in the morning...!
[Though she is a child of the Alps and their culture, she is also a privileged child. Cold the way Mumble was cold...it simply never happened. Cold, for her, is fixed by sitting by a nice fire, in a warm blanket. A nice cup of cocoa.
It always got better in the morning.]
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--of course. Of course, why would you think otherwise? [his voice trembles slightly, and he clears his throat]
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[She buries her head in her hands.]
It's too much to bear...!
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I'm sorry, Elisabeth. I'm so sorry.
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[There's a choking sound as Elsa tries to speak. It hurts to speak through the lump in her throat.]
It wasn't your fault.... you tried to stop him from dying. That has to mean something!
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[That sits in her gut like a cold stone, rolling back and forth, making her sea-sick.]
So... You moved him to the locker rooms?
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At least one word floats up.]
...Why?
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[This is stirring feelings in LSP, and she doesn't like it. She didn't do anything, she's not the bad guy here. But this feels real bad nonetheless.]
...Sorry I kind of accidentally called you a murderer earlier before we knew you did it. This all lumping sucks.
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[ Her tone is shaky and distressed, and her body language is also shaken. But her face barely changes, even in the midst of all this. ]