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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.
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[personal profile] themuseabandonsyou 2021-06-12 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Orpheus shakes his head and continues to sing, finishing out the verse. ]

And drawing out the shades
The shades of our sins
It's kin eating kin
Cogs living in
This monstrous game
When will this story end
The words from within
Will break down these walls


[ But that's all they are. Just words. And for all his glaring, for all his fury, the SQUIP has already voted. Which means they can't just refuse to play the Wizard's game. He staggers a bit, the rush of adrenaline starting to wear off, and leans heavily against his podium. ]

This isn't a game. You can't do this. You can't.

[ Tears are falling freely from his eyes now, dropping onto the voting mechanism. His hands are white-knuckled on either side of it. But he watches everyone around him grapple with the problem, some clearly having it easier than others, and he understands it - looks at Eurydice and thinks about her dying along with the rest of them in Elisabeth's place - but the anger in him refuses to burn out. Looking the Wizard directly in the eyes, he casts his vote. ]

>Fastest Meeting-to-Proposal Turnaround
Edited 2021-06-12 22:53 (UTC)