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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.
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[ ...... ]
But it doesn't kill you. It knocks you out.
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Okay. I think that's going to be important to remember.
[If it's possible someone else is responsible for this...coming up on a sleeping Connor who had taken far too much melatonin would make him an easy target.]
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She is pointedly not looking at Varian. Varian doesn't exist. There is no Varian in this room.]
Maybe they were planted into a drink or food.
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I'm not sure. Maybe it could have been put in that water bottle we found, but I think somebody could have tasted the pills before they drank enough for it to be harmful.
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Is it possible he couldn't? [ugh] Not that I'm saying he was, but we need to explore our options.
cw: suicide
It would have been easier than tricking him into taking too much, or forcing it somehow otherwise.
cw: suicide, cont
[This is new to Cassandra, not just the thought of someone... killing themselves in this way, but the notion of friends harming themselves. When had Cassandra ever had so many people in her life she wanted to protect? And if she can't...]
I almost can't imagine it... wanting to hurt yourself that badly.
[...almost]
cw: suicide, keeping this on just in case
[Not yet, anyway.]
cw: suicide, woohoo
Okay. [A sharp inhale.] If it was Connor who did this to himself... That should be it. It's an open and closed case.
...Something's just not right, though.
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Mmhm. And even that can... take a little while.
It's a "safer" sleep aid.
[ does Rina know this or her insomnia addled player YOU DECIDE ]