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itscurtains2021-07-02 11:58 pm
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2021-07-02 11:58 pm
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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On the stage. On the stage, laid out— you said it was...respectful, almost? I think that's true. I think— he organized that play for us, first week. On that stage. There's no sign that there was a...a struggle, or a chase. So whoever did it put him there, deliberately, you're right.
As a sign of respect. [ She has a very bad feeling, about all this. ]
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[He can't finish it. He's been crying enough as it is that he can't bring himself to say it.]
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[ She looks right at Spongebob. ]
I know for a fact... I never looked at mine. But I don't need to. 'Cause I already see it every time I close my eyes. If whoever did this...wasn't expecting their fear. Wasn't expecting to care so much about other people...then that might be really jarring. Right?
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Or the memory of me.
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[ ... ]
The worst thing you can do...is make an emotional decision in a critical situation.
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That is what mine was threatening.
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You'd be surprised what people do when they're afraid.
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[not a good image]
But his entry in the yearbook stated just that, didn't it? That his music was forgotten.
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Les Danaïdes -- what we performed. I had heard it before. Perhaps it wasn't as popular but Salieri-sensei was still well-known. It was... one of the many reasons I looked up to him.
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[ She spares a glare for the head. ]
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My mother taught me about a lot of different composers from throughout history, and I learned about more from people passing through town after. But not him. I'd never heard his name, until we came here.
It - it doesn't make sense. We all heard his work. It was incredible. Why wouldn't he be remembered?