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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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[D-ne looks at Natalie, one hand at her red ribbon. She's fighting a lot less than with Astarte, or Javert.]
How...do you know I didn't use them all to get what I wanted?
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[a pause.]
Is there even a part of you that regrets this, or has it all been a lie?
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[She has to narrow her eyes. They're very strained, and they start to water again.]
I've... I've only lied twice before today, Natalie. You know one time. The other, ah...
[She breathes in tight and looks down at her hands.]
What I thought could be a dream, amazing fantasy- no escape andnowI-
Leaped into the fire of this nightmare willingly- "I've just me to blame."
Trusting in a wish, that couldn't guarantee-
All I wanted was to stop that Game from what it-
Wake up from this dream now, wake up me, come ONNNN!
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The Demise Game. What happens when you find the Bookmark of Demise. That's what I lied about.
I wanted to use the wish to save myself and my friends...because I can't remember what I used the other three wishes for, and the Paw doesn't create things. Someone has to lose something. This ribbon. [She touches it.] I thought it was a replica of B-ko-chan's...but it is B-ko-chan's.
I realized, when I saw the Paw without wishes, whatever I wished for wouldn't have worked.
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[She shakes her head and wipes her eyes with her sleeve.]
Why did any of this have to happen anyway?
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[D-ne smiles, tears in her eyes.]
Be careful, Hime-san. I liked you very much.
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I could've helped you. This isn't fair.
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Keep your guard up.
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[she looks hurt, vulnerable for a moment...]
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Fuck you.
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I'm sorry. I'm the worst kind of person. Please, don't get involved with anyone like me again, okay?
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Wait? Are you talking about that Demise Game you asked the Balladeer about? The one he denied this place being like?
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