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itscurtains2016-10-22 12:25 pm
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2016-10-22 12:25 pm
First Trial
[Just as everyone is starting to finish their investigations, there's a slow ominous sound from the lobby.
The gilded doors on the northern wall have opened.
This time, the space behind them is lit; you're free to enter. There's one more set of doors to pass through, and then you're all, finally, in the House. There's one grand chandelier above, glittering crystal, and the seats around you are made of fine red velvet. Those don't seem to be for you, though - all the way down in front of the stage, where the orchestra might sit, there's a circle of wooden podiums. They're arranged so that everyone can face each other, and are fixed into place. Each one bears a metal plaque with a cast member's name engraved on it. There's also a metal panel on top, with twenty ivory buttons paired to everyone's name.
Among these, only Jean Valjean's podium is different - that one is draped in black crepe, with a larger greyscale version of his headshot from the playbill framed and sitting at its foot like a funerary portrait. Standing where he might have stood, a bare lightbulb glows faintly atop a metal pole.
Right here, you're very close to the stage. But the curtain is closed, and it's a little too high to easily clamber up. You may not want to try. You've got more important business right now, after all.
As everyone is finding their places, the Balladeer's voice suddenly sounds loud and clear throughout the space.]
Okay, guys, here's how we do trial. I've...never actually been involved in something like this before, but you can do it. Just take all the time you need to talk it out - I'll be right here the whole time. You don't need a unanimous vote, we go by majority rule.
Oh, and don't mess with those buttons until you're really ready to vote. You won't be able to take it back.
...good luck.
The gilded doors on the northern wall have opened.
This time, the space behind them is lit; you're free to enter. There's one more set of doors to pass through, and then you're all, finally, in the House. There's one grand chandelier above, glittering crystal, and the seats around you are made of fine red velvet. Those don't seem to be for you, though - all the way down in front of the stage, where the orchestra might sit, there's a circle of wooden podiums. They're arranged so that everyone can face each other, and are fixed into place. Each one bears a metal plaque with a cast member's name engraved on it. There's also a metal panel on top, with twenty ivory buttons paired to everyone's name.
Among these, only Jean Valjean's podium is different - that one is draped in black crepe, with a larger greyscale version of his headshot from the playbill framed and sitting at its foot like a funerary portrait. Standing where he might have stood, a bare lightbulb glows faintly atop a metal pole.
Right here, you're very close to the stage. But the curtain is closed, and it's a little too high to easily clamber up. You may not want to try. You've got more important business right now, after all.
As everyone is finding their places, the Balladeer's voice suddenly sounds loud and clear throughout the space.]
Okay, guys, here's how we do trial. I've...never actually been involved in something like this before, but you can do it. Just take all the time you need to talk it out - I'll be right here the whole time. You don't need a unanimous vote, we go by majority rule.
Oh, and don't mess with those buttons until you're really ready to vote. You won't be able to take it back.
...good luck.
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Sorry! I just... I just don't know who else would want to hurt him, especially on this level.
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[Elsa would be so proud right now]
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[D-ne's voice is soft. She rubs her eyes, as they hurt from the crying she's done.]
It's a logical conclusion, if a rushed one, given their history. Shouting won't solve this, Anna-san.
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Just because they have a history doesn't mean he did it.
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[Then who is she supposed to trust in this place?]
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[C o mforting?...no]
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[The thanks is shaky but genuinely appreciative.]is the one who did it. I mean, I want to believe that no one here can commit... murder. We just need to figure out who could have had enough motive to have done this
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[For betraying everyone's trust.]
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[Seymour still can't get over it. They were halfway there to freedom but someone just ruined it in one fell swoop.]
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O-of course, we still don't know if anyone could actually grant our wishes...
[Rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.]
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[Everyone will answer truthfully, right?]
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I would have wished for things to be just like they were between my sister and I like when we were little.
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[He looks slightly embarrassed by that last wish.]
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Um. About that, I'm sorry for. The thing. When we were talking about wishes.
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"The devil may be real but wishes aren't."]
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Penny - the girl who never talked to him, who didn't even know he existed, seems so far away from this place. Anna looked at Billy - the joke, the dork, the failure - like he was none of those things. Like he was good enough just as he was.
There were only a few people here who didn't try to be nice to him. And even the ones who didn't weren't- weren't as cruel as everyone back home.]
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[Raoul is paying attention, he is, but he's also sick with grief from the bottom of his heart.]
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I'd wish for my family to notice me and respect me.
[ Ultimately, anyway. ]
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"Don't need one. I wanna be famous and I can do that myself."
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