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fourth 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. Varian and Salieri, side by side, now have 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. There's no flashy costume this time, just a plain black dress belted with green satin around her waist. She sits in her seat with her head down and her hands in her lap like she's trying to make herself as small as possible. As if, if she tried hard enough, she could just disappear despite the lights on her.
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 fourth trial, everyone. It's time to determine who was responsible for the murder of Salieri. 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. Varian and Salieri, side by side, now have 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. There's no flashy costume this time, just a plain black dress belted with green satin around her waist. She sits in her seat with her head down and her hands in her lap like she's trying to make herself as small as possible. As if, if she tried hard enough, she could just disappear despite the lights on her.
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 fourth trial, everyone. It's time to determine who was responsible for the murder of Salieri. 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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...Important.
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[He didn't want to pry after witnessing his reaction to the opera script, but he can't- he hopes-]
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Drop. It.
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You tell him, step-dad.]
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This is about dad. Not him.
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[He shakes his head. He can't go blaming himself again.]
No. Surely it's irrelevant.
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[A regret, he thinks, but that's a dead man's secret to tell.]
Mr. Mozart is dead.
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[ Eurydice honey you're thinking of Michelangelo ]
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I want to find out who did this. And if they hurt him intentionally, I want them to suffer. But to do that, we have to ask questions. We have to look at everything we knew, even the painful parts.
We're not trying to hurt him. We are not trying to disrespect him. We're looking for answers with the evidence we have. Stop taking it all as a personal affront!
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She can’t do it. She can’t do anything. She can only wail.]
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Farrah, fucking stop!
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Discord, already close by, just... puts a hand on her shoulder, because what else is there to do?]
Farrah.
[It's... not harsh, exactly, or judging. He's just trying to get her attention here.]
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You have had a problem with me from day one, Farrah. When I have only ever looked after you. When I have held you while you cried. Why do you think I want to hurt you? Why do you think every question is so terrible. I have let you all think the worst of me because it's legitimate. Because I have been strong enough to lift a body, equipped enough with a weapon, and motivated enough more than once. Moreover, I struck down Claudine and spat in her face. Why would it be so surprising for me to turn my back on those that I have known for a matter of weeks?
I will take every question you offer, because at least you are fighting with your lives on the line. I want to know that you have pursued every angle. That's all this is about. It's following every thread so we can be sure we have made the right decision.
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cw: suicidal imagery in the original lyrics
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