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itscurtains2021-06-19 11:34 am
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2021-06-19 11:34 am
second 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. Elisabeth and Connor have joined Mumble in having theirs draped in black crepe and with a framed monochrome photo of them on top.
When you reach the podiums, the lights above the stage finally come on. the Wizard is once again waiting for you. Beside it Hester is slowly lowers in on her bubble. Her dress this week is a purple monstrosity, more akin to a voluminous prom dress than the simple outfits she usually wears.
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 second trial, everyone. It's time to determine who was responsible for the murder of Connor. 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. Elisabeth and Connor have joined Mumble in having theirs draped in black crepe and with a framed monochrome photo of them on top.
When you reach the podiums, the lights above the stage finally come on. the Wizard is once again waiting for you. Beside it Hester is slowly lowers in on her bubble. Her dress this week is a purple monstrosity, more akin to a voluminous prom dress than the simple outfits she usually wears.
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 second trial, everyone. It's time to determine who was responsible for the murder of Connor. Feel free to talk amongst yourselves and work together - you'll have to show teamwork if you want to leave this room alive.
cw: suicide note
These were in one of the lockers. Connor's clothes from yesterday, this bottle, and this. [He slides out a folded piece of paper and opens it up, revealing a typed note.] It's a suicide note addressed to Evan Hansen.
[At this, Angus furrows his brow.]
But from what I heard, Connor did not remember having him as a friend yet.
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[ Peregrine speaks and her voice is rough. It's angry and it's wavering and it's pained. She, it seems, had enough sense to go back to her dorm, because she's wearing the cloak Connor embellished for her...complete with the lovely white deer skin she'd been drying at the party as the liner. ]
It wasn't whoever the fuck Evan Hansen is. Everyone else treated him like garbage.
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Cw: suicide, cw: Evan Hansen
Cw: suicide, cw: Evan Hansen
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cw suicide
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Angus, what is that bottle, exactly? Can I see it?
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Mods (i'm sorry)
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And we can probably all agree
That anybody who met Connor feared this
Lethality
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She stares at where her podium is and where Varian's is... ]
...I don't wanna.
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Rina's podium is right next to Connor's.
His brows furrow, his hand still keeping it's tight but gentle grip on Rina's. He knows people moved around quite a bit before, but...
He'll look to the Wizard anyway, his expression grim.]
Rina's standing with me for the trial.
[It's a statement, not a request.]
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She does cast a quick glance to Janis, of course, but... other than that, she's deadstill and waiting. She has nothing to offer yet for the trial so... she's just on guard for now.]
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Peregrine doesn't seem to...react much, but she's stopped crying at least. From the small glance she gives Maya, one could assume she's grateful. ]
cw: suicide imagery, injury to the wrists
I guess... we should go over what we know. [ he says, hollowly. ] When I was looking over - the body, after everyone had left - it didn't look like there was a fight, or that he was taken by surprise. His wrists were cut, in a really deliberate way, and there was a paring knife on the floor. It looked like he'd dropped it? I think... I think between this and the note? We might have to consider if it's possible that Connor took his own life.
[ Orpheus swallows, hard, going quiet for a moment before continuing. ]
But it's strange. There was barely any blood on him or on the floor or the bench, and, um. Wrists bleed a lot. If he bled out, where's... where's the blood? One of the showers had been used, before any of us got there, and his hair was damp, and there were two wet towels in the hamper? I think someone must've found him before Peregrine, and cleaned up his body before we got there.
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As for the blood- are you suggesting they found him when he was already dead?
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cw: suicide discussion
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No, he said— [ ... ] He didn't kill himself. He said... He told me he'd try. He wasn't... He wouldn't...
[ She pulls the cloak around herself just a little more. ]
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cw: suicide, suicidal ideation
It reminds her of the bad days of her isolation. When the darkness loomed too heavily over her, and she was so desperate to make the magic in her hands stop...
But still she speaks. She... she has to, to try and help.]
Do you think... [Her voice is quiet, shaky.] Do you think someone did that to him, then took him to the showers to clean him?
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cw suicide discussion
[If he felt so alone.]
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Cw: suicide
Cw: suicide
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Then, the pictures set up around them. Hm.
She has no evidence to present, but she's here. And she'll be here for the rest of the trial, standing guard.]
Catherd-MTB; Analyse
A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibility
In rolling reams across a screen
In algebra, in algebra
The fences one cannot climb
The sentences that do not rhyme
In all that you can ever change
The one you're looking for
It gets you down
It gets you down
There's no spark
No light in the dark
It gets you down
It gets you down
[And now, by the stage- it spins around and looks at the others]
Answer me this, all of you; strip away all emotion. Look at this logically, if you even can. Explain to me, in full, what happened last night.
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In fact, I was hoping you might illuminate. You have yet to answer my question of what is under your nails. Furthermore, you were quick to show some irritation at that so-called program for not closing properly.
If anyone should be explaining, I believe it is you.
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He remembers playing chess with the SQUIP yesterday. Having amicable conversation with it. He's never...had any problems with it actually, surprisingly.
But now that this is going on, he's too frozen to say anything, the fingers holding Rina's hand shaking a bit.]
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cw suicide dicussion
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cw suicidal imagery
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VOTING
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>Most Likely to Make a Comeback
[Ominous name, all things considered.]
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EXECUTION: WHAT HAVE YOU BECOME?
Transformation
You've changed within
Some selfish mutation
A stranger they once called a friend
[The green curtains draw open to reveal the stage has been completely reset from Elisabeth’s execution. Instead of a Viennese ballroom, it’s been redressed to look like a school carnival. There are several simple stands sitting empty, built up with signs reading “Cotton Candy!” and “Soda!”, others with cheap-looking stuffed animals hanging down from their roofs. In the center of it all is a dunk tank. It appears to be a pretty standard dunk tank, with an outstretched bright red bullseye and a seat stretched out over a tank of deep red, carbonated liquid.
And there, with its hands cuffed to the metal seat and struggling against its bonds, is the SQUIP. It looks down at the liquid, eyes growing wide, and for the first time a hint of fear enters its expression.]
What have you become?
What have you become?
What have you become?
[While the SQUIP distracts itself by trying to free its hands, two figures enter from stage left and stage right, one wearing a blue hoodie and the other in a red hoodie. Both have their hoods pulled up to obscure their faces and when they meet in the middle they share a high-five before turning their attention to the dunk tank and, more importantly, the bucket of baseballs between them.
The SQUIP looks out at them, its brow furrowing in confusion, before focusing even more of its attention on wresting its hands free from the bonds.]
Isolated
Some foreigner in new skin
Some broken barbarian
Did you ever mean to be so dark and cold
[The two teens pick up a baseball each and, as if they’re listening to Hester sing, start mechanically throwing them at the bright red bullseye on alternating verses. One, two, one, two. None of them make contact but that doesn’t stop the growing tension in the air as the SQUIP’s struggles intensify, yanking to the point where it’s visibly cringing in pain. Almost, almost, it’s so close-
One hand finally slips free. The SQUIP starts to make a sound, possibly of a shout of triumph, but just as it does there’s a loud thunk of a baseball hitting the target. The seat drops, sending the SQUIP plummeting into the tank of Mountain Dew Red. It’s entire body convulses on contact with the liquid, jerking like it’s being shocked before eventually going still and floating lifelessly in the tank.]
What have you become?
What have you become?
What have you become?
[The red-hooded teen walks behind the tank and comes back a few moments later holding a massive stuffed giraffe under one arm and a thick black cord, all wires exposed and sparking, in the other. They drop the cord to pick up the empty baseball bucket and pass the giraffe to the teen in blue. The two teens put their free arms around each other’s shoulders and walk off-stage together.
The curtain closes and in the distance the doors in the back of the house click unlocked. You are now free to go.]
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Maya's breath still catches at the sight of the giraffe. Her mouth goes dry. Surely it's nothing but a coincidence. Nothing to worry about.
Her stomach still does an anxious flip as she turns to leave all the same. Don't mind her hurrying out]
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