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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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[beat]
You pride yourself on provoking reactions, do you not?
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[He just smirks, leaning over. Just, making sure to be very close and just.
bops him with a crumpled up piece of paper.]
But if you had one use, I suppose you did get better at being a target. Which puts me at one for one on teaching people things and you at, hmmm, zero?
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But you know what is also fine?]
Judo; activate.
[So, the SQUIP has had time to get used to a human body in the past couple of weeks. Enough to understand hand-eye coordination and its own strength. You know- the sort required to abruptly grab Discord by his shirt and FUCKING JUDO-THROW HIM ON TO THE GROUND in perfect form]
...satisfying. [It sounds. Confused.]
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[HE COMES OVER HERE TO TRY AND PROTECT YOU AND YOU THROW A MAN???]
1/2
2/2
starts laughing. gottem]
Oh, yes, you're just so logical!
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[Be thankful it isn't to try to boot you in the head]
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[He just laughs some more, sitting up.]
You're hilarious!
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I have fulfilled my program. Meanwhile, you will continue to lie about your own utility. How long before you are seen as irrelevant?
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Are you trying to place your own uncertainties on him now? My, these human emotions must really be affecting you.
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Never mind the fact that he, at least has a slightly better grasp on human empathy compared to you.
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[He shows him the little fish origami.]
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that
is happening
oh.]
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[dot dot dot]
...OH GLOB, YOU MADE ME DEFEND HIM, I HATE YOU SO MUCH!
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Of course.
Salieri has to look down a bit to hide his momentary smirk, before he schools his face back into a more neutral place]