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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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NOOOO, LET ME GO! LET ME GO SO I CAN LUMPING KILL HIM!
[There is barely a grip on her arm here]
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As much as I admire your initiative, is it worth dying for?! [snapped]
cw: overdramatic suicidal not-really-ideation, I'm so sorry
[But. Just. Kind of. Dramatically swooning and sobbing into Salieri's chest.]
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Well, at least she's not trying to kill it any more.
He'll just...awkwardly pat her back]
At the risk of this sounding like a platitude however...I do not think Monsieur Connor would want that.
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[You're being hugged. Or more accurately, being used as a very large man-sized tissue, sorry Salieri.]
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He'll just...take a moment to try and fumble a handkerchief out of his jacket]
Never mind, just--here. Use this. [he is going to attempt to get the handkerchief into her hand]
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Mr. Salieri, you're a musician right? Your artist's soul can surely begin to understand the pain of such a pure love, lost so soon? You get it, right?
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Alright, yes, he can handle this. His expression goes a bit sympathetic, his hand going to her shoulder, steadying]
Of course I can, Mademoiselle. Which is why it is imperative you hold your head high now and stay strong, for his sake. [he gestures to the podiums]
You must do what is right.
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[A beat, and a sniffle.]
OH GLOB, WHAT IF THAT MEANS THEY WERE RIGHT ABOUT LITERALLY ANYTHING? NO-O-O-O!
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That might perhaps be a discussion for later--I don't know your parents, so I cannot speak for them or anything they've said, but...right now, there is a job to do.
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[Another sob and blow. She offers out the now very used and soggy handkerchief.]
...do you want this back.
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[HHHHHH THAT HANDKERCHIEF]
No, I believe I would prefer you kept it. I should hate to deprive you of it, should you need it again.
[rip to you, handkerchief, he knew thee well]
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...thank you, Mademoiselle LSP.