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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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[At some point, it becomes her time. She must vote. She could be petty and vote for someone else, deprive the Wizard of his perfect trial and damn the consequences. She's already going to die; it wouldn't matter.
In the end, though.]
Empress Elisabeth of Austria
[She quietly straightens herself up, and looks up towards Hester, pointedly ignoring the Wizard. She can at least have some kind of queenly dignity in her final moments, even though she's still very much trembling violently.]
Mademoiselle...all I can ask of you is that...if you cannot bring me to that crypt I saw in my photo, then at least to give my body the dignity of a burial when I am dead. And...to tell my family...I am sorry.
And...thank you. For the zither.
[She looks down.]
If you'd like it, you can play it. You had mentioned you wished to learn about it...when I first asked for one.
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Your Majesty - no, Elisabeth. I - I'm sorry. You don't deserve this. We know you were just trying to help him. None of this is -
[ He shakes his head, trying to find the words. ]
We'll stop this. All of this. I promise. We won't let this happen again.
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[She also wipes her eyes.]
I will hold you to it, monsieur Orpheus.
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Safe travels. To whatever world awaits you.
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The empress had been so kind to her from day one, the whole thing had been a freak accident. She didn't deserve this. It doesn't feel right, it-
But it needs to happen. She knows it does. It's the only way.]
I'll-I'll do my best, madame. I'd like- [She wipes one eye with the tips of her fingers, smearing her eyeliner.] I'd like to heard to play it.
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I'm certain you will hear it play, soon enough, if monsieur Salieri continues to compose.
[After all, it belongs to Hester now.]
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I shall, Madame. I will write the most beautiful piece for zither I can muster.
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No. She's not going to just stand here and stew in her own misery. Stepping away from her own podium, Elsa moves over to where Elisabeth is. As she walks, her hands twirl in the air before her; by the time she reaches the empress's side, her magic has formed a small ice sculpture.
A rose, as delicate and detailed as a real flower. Holding the chilly stem between her fingers, offers it up to Elisabeth.]
Here. One... one last comforting memory, I hope.
I have no better icon for happy surprise, sorry about that
It is...a most beautiful memory, mademoiselle. Thank you.
[She closes her eyes, smelling it, before gently placing it over her ear and in her hair.]
I shall bring it with me, wherever I go.
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You look beautiful with it.
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Oh, you flatter me...
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[She really is very pretty when she smiles. If this can keep her smiling as the trial comes to an end... Elsa can consider that an accomplishment, at least.