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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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[This. This doesn't look good.]
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[The more she talks to everyone else the more she gives up and just smiles]
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D-ne...
[He falls silent for a moment, not really sure what to do or say. He's usually the first to have a response to anything, because that's what a leader does. They lead.
He's not sure what he's supposed to do with any of this.]
Will you tell me what happened last night?
[It's not a direct accusation because he can't do that, but... Well, this is the closest he can get. If she denies it, he won't push. He really doesn't want D-ne to be responsible for Valjean's death.]
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I decided, this morning, I would go out and find someone. I found... I found Valjean-san, and...
[Her hand trembled, he turned around. The razor cutting his palm. The razor, again and again. Washing the knife, for far too long.]
And I killed him.
The rest doesn't matter, does it?
I became a monkey who killed a good man, tempted by the hope of what-could-be.
All my wants, all my dreams, those boring simple days, return to me won't you, I'd give anything.
-Became a monster thinking "throw them all away, a month all unsure is far too much."
Should've thought, should've known, a stupid monkey-
He told me "you can turn back," it's too late now.
Why doom a whole nineteen innocents, why not stop when he told me "it's okay?"
Send myself off to Hell, everyone to Hell!
Because of what I did here, no one ever-
No ever can win...
[Her smile widens.]
You were fun to speak with, Pirate King-san.
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Now what? What do you tell someone who has killed someone, tried to get them all killed for a wish to save someone else? The Pirate King can absolutely understand why the others are furious, but...]
...I'm sorry, D-ne.
[The words aren't quiet, exactly, but they're not as loud as the Pirate King usually is.]
If only there was more to say, but... I'm afraid I don't have the words I need.
[He's a pirate, they're not usually eloquent enough for this shit. The Pirate King shakes his head and for a moment it seems like that's all he's going to say.]
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What is your favorite song? Teach it to me; let's sing it.
[Songs aren't supposed to be for sad times, but maybe it can help lift her spirits a tiny bit.]
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Why... She stares at him and blinks.]
Why?
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[...who died and made you leader hahahahahaha]
You do have a favorite song, don't you?
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smiles.]
I don't! I've never had anything I like enough to be interested in it, outside one person! I'm entirely empty, Pirate King-san!
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[really]
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[Ohhhh she's going to die ohhh don't think about that]
...yes, sir. I would.
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Focus, D-ne! It wouldn't do to sing without putting your whole heart and soul into it!
[And right on cue, the music starts. The Pirate King shows no hesitation in singing, because what D-ne needs right now is a distraction, right? Right!!]
Oh, better far to live and die
Under the brave black flag I fly...
[this is seriously the most ill-fitting thing, i am so sorry]
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She repeats his words, but she's laughing, and crying.]
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ANYWAY WE'LL JUST HANDWAVE THE REST OF THE SONG, BUT BOY WAS IT A THING THAT JUST HAPPENED THAT DIDN'T FIT THE TONE OF THIS TRIAL AT ALL]
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