second trial

[stagemanagers]

[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.

Comments

[comeandfindme]

[ Weird, but okay. Peregrine doesn’t protest.

It does come away wet. But Peregrine doesn’t appear to be injured. ]

…Careful, I just— I just…got the skin in last night. [ The skin? ] …Connor gave it to me, s-so… [ Oh, the cloak. She’s talking about the cloak. ]

[mayavericks]

Peregrine...

[Maya pulls her hand back. There might be a faint tremble to it. Is it a red kind of wet, or...?]

[brokeforgood]

The skin! From the deer! [She’s over here making excuses for her still]

[comeandfindme]

[ It is. Not entirely fresh. But still wet. ]

What? What- God, why are you acting so—

[ She sees the red against Maya’s hand. The red that smells like blood. ]

…Where the hell…did that come from…?

[samefacesyndrome]

[ MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...... ]

P-Peregrine-san are you hurt somewhere...?

[alchemistake]

[Varian's just going to squeeze Rina's hand a little tighter because his heart is pounding so hard it's making his head hurt all of a sudden, don't mind him-]

[comeandfindme]

What? [ She sounds worried. A little panicked. Turns around, looking for something— ] N-no, I’m not—

[mayavericks]

You, Peregrine.

[Despite it all, Maya doesn't back away. There has to be a logical explanation.]

Will you lift up your shirt for me? I need to check for an injury.

[The metatext might have said there was no injury but Maya still has to be 100% sure!]

[comeandfindme]

[ Only now does Peregrine remove the cloak. Against the dark colors of her shirt, the red stands out. It’s not a lot, but it stains her side. She looks at it in shock. ]

What’s…?

[ She doesn’t care for decorum. She rips off her shirt, not caring if anyone sees her sports bra. And they find—

Nothing. There’s no injuries. ]

Th- that… That wasn’t… there bef- when I woke up…

[brokeforgood]

Just tell her it’s from the fucking deer!

[comeandfindme]

It’s not, but I didn’t fucking kill Connor!!

[brokeforgood]

No shit you didn’t! So stand up for yourself!

Do you have that used knife Maya was yelling about?

[comeandfindme]

No!! No, I— I got my deer-skinning kit, I don’t need to use anything else!

[mayavericks]

[her eyes narrow.]

Who have you had contact with, aside from me?

[You know... she's going to check herself for blood now, too. And maybe try to peek inside the cloak? Is there a stain on that?]

cw: slight emetophobia

[comeandfindme]

No one!! No one, just—

[ Her face pales. ]

J-just… Just Connor… When I found…his…

[ She looks like she’s going or be sick. ]

[mayavericks]

[Maya will at least try to brace her hands on Peregrine's shoulders.]

You can trust me, Peregrine. I know I was angry with you, but I am your friend. So please tell me this is a misunderstanding.

[comeandfindme]

[ There is, for the record, a stain on the inside of the cloak. Rip that pristine white deer hide. ]

I didn’t kill Connor!! [ She’s in tears again. ] I— I liked Connor!! He w-was funny and- and sweet, and he— I liked him!! [ Crying fully. ] I l-likes him a-and I never even- never even g-got to tell him—!

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah had walked in on Peregrine when she found Connor, and was trying to wake him.

Does this look like it happened then?]

[comeandfindme]

[ It sure does. ]

[defyingfrigidity]

[Mmmmmmm....]

Peregrine...

[Elsa, at the podium next to her, frowns. She doesn't look suspicious though, just.... worried.]

Do you... have sleeping problems? Like maybe with sleepwalking?

[comeandfindme]

[ oops missed this—

She shakes her head frantically. ]

No!! N-no, I didn’t—! I didn’t kill him!

[voicerights]

She is telling the truth.

[Quietly]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[She hears it, over the crying and the fraying emotion.]

You can tell?

[She wants to believe it. Peregrine doesn't deserve this.]

[mayavericks]

Strange, for a unit as bent on logic as you.

[She's just going to focus on... hugging Peregrine for real this time, but --]

Why are you so certain?

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa is quick to put a hand on Peregrine's shoulder, as a comforting gesture rather than anything firm. She's not trying to shake Peregrine out of it, just. Support her.]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that you did! But perhaps you saw something that you can't remember? Something that someone else did?