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It's Curtains Mods ([personal profile] stagemanagers) wrote in [community profile] itscurtains2021-07-02 11:58 pm
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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.
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[personal profile] barberic 2021-07-03 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Benjamin's fury is cold and dark, like an endless abyss of storm-tossed sea. Perhaps that's more reason to be worried than a raging inferno of anger.

Fire will burn itself out eventually. But the sea never gives up her dead.

He takes his place at his podium, covered in Antonio's blood (both from holding Farrah and from his own investigating) and places the bloody dagger onto the podium in front of him. His shirt is tucked in, but on one side a slight frayed edge of torn fabric is visible, and one hand is wrapped in a blood-soaked cloth that's probably the same shade of blue as his shirt.

His voice is commanding, cold and threatening, and boy does it carry. Especially with their number cut so low.]


The killer doesn't care how angry we are, only that it weakens us and makes us less likely to find them out. They've already taken Antonio from us, likely knowing that he was the anchor that held us together, counting on us to fall apart without him.

It's up to us to not let that happen. To write a symphony for the damned in the blood of the son of a bitch who did this.

[Slightly terrifying rousing speech done and punctuated by slamming his good hand flat on the podium for the sound, he looks around. There's no more Mr. Nice Benji here today. Plenty of times he's been empty, he's been grief-stricken. But today, he's more menacing than anyone here has seen him before.]

Antonio was stabbed with his own dagger. Once, through the heart. But it was not the first blow the murderer attempted. I found a cut across his palm, likely from where he caught the blade in his hand the first time and was able to push it away. Other than that there was no sign of a struggle, so I can only assume the second blow was swift and true.

[The fact that he would have bled out in seconds, that he would not have suffered long in pain, is of little comfort. Lines of anguished exhaustion crease Benjamin's face, as he closes his eyes to recall the state of the body.]

He was carrying a corkscrew in his pocket. He also had a stain of wine on his right trouser leg and shoe. Did he tell anyone who he might have been planning on having drinks with last night?

[He asks, looking especially pointedly to his right at Discord.]
employeeoftheyear: (Then I can finally say I've done it)

[personal profile] employeeoftheyear 2021-07-03 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Spongebob probably had to have been dragged into the auditorium to participate. He is silent, for a long time, before he quietly speaks up.]


...Please... if this was an accident please whoever did it speak up now. I promise I won’t be mad
sugarlumps: (wweh)

[personal profile] sugarlumps 2021-07-03 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
I, uh- I brought. First aid stuff. In case [salieri] -anyone. Needs it, or something. I don't lumping know.

[LSP does indeed have an armful of slightly random items from the nurse's office. But no painkillers, THANKS CULPRIT-SAN.]
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[personal profile] comeandfindme 2021-07-03 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This is awful and uncomfortable. It's even more uncomfortable than last week. A menacing aura keeps coming from the people she should trust—trusts. But Peregrine pushes down any unease and fear. ]

There was— in the library. A broken bottle of wine, looked like it was dropped, and...awhile ago too. The wine soaked all the way into the carpet. It was near the entrance...and near some drops of blood. There wasn't a trail or anything, which was...kind of weird? But there was something else, on one of the study tables. Candles, ones that were mostly burned down into just wax. And...a bunch of pages from books that had cut out sections. It looked like all of 'em were from books on Mozart. From the glue next to it... I think someone made some freaky note from 'em? Like the kind you'd see from a kidnapper sending a ransom note of something.
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[personal profile] disharmonizes 2021-07-03 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Discord just... stands at his podium, numbly, a little out of it. He might've managed some investigating with Farrah, but he had to push himself, hard. For a bit he just stares at the podium, before managing to at least... start sharing.]

There was... Antonio's work was still in the band room. He must have been in there late, composing.
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[personal profile] brokeforgood 2021-07-03 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Farrah moves towards her podium, then stops— frozen, helplessly, gazing at the portraits surrounding it. The Balladeer, Varian, and—-

Her family is staring at her, through pictures. The only way she can see them now.

She doesn’t know how she ends up between Benji and Discord, if someone’s gently ushered her there, or if she’s moved there on her own, her body desperately seeking the comfort she had cling to the last three times she was here. It’s hopeless. It’s gone. But at least she isn’t alone.

She’s tried to clean herself up in the little bit of time they had. Her hands are clean, at least, and she uses them to gently place the music sheets with the sticky note on Discord’s podium. She’s back in the Balladeer’s jacket, which serves to cover up at least most of the blood on her torso—- and something silver glints just inside it.

Every now and then she’ll glance up at Hester. She looks fucking miserable.

Good. ]


He was writing this. Symphony of Hope.

One of you asked him to meet you in the library this morning. And because he’s—- was——

I’m going to fucking rip you apart.
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[personal profile] feudalladyshandmaid 2021-07-03 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Cassandra moves to stand at her podium, the actions are stiff and hollow. How many times do they have to do this? Stand here, surrounded by their dead. It hurts just to look at some of these pictures.

She casts one glance at Varian's portrait. Then to Elsa.
]

I, uh... Found some things in the cafeteria.

[Draped over her arm appears to be... some clothing?]

This is Salieri's jacket and waistcoat. The were stacked on top of each other on the floor. I checked the pockets but everything is still in there. [She sets them across her podium.] There was also a burnt-out candle on a nearby table, and a number of medicine bottles, most of them were painkillers. But it didn't actually look like any of them were missing too many pills. Some of them weren't even open.
comeandfindme: (🌲 i'm climbing up every wall)

catherd

[personal profile] comeandfindme 2021-07-03 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Peregrine just puts her fingers in her mouth and lets out a long, loud whistle. She keeps a trained eye on Farrah, and on Maya as well. ]

Now, if we're all done yelling at each other, can we please finally get some work done?

Salieri was found on the stage in the cafeteria. He had a cut on his hand and...his own dagger in his chest. He was on some kind of...cloth, laid out. Besides his hand...there weren't any signs of a struggle or anything. He had a corkscrew in his pocket, and a wine stain on his leg. His jacket and waistcoat were stacked on each other a ways away. He had...some things in his pockets— Cass, was there anything like, important in there?

[ She asks but she's gonna keep going— ]

On a table nearby, there was a burnt-out candle and a bunch of medicine bottles. Most were painkillers, but some were unopened. Probably, someone went through the nurse's office in a panic, since it was a real mess, and grabbed a bunch of things all at once.

In the kitchen, there was a corkscrew missing, which...was probably the one in Salieri's pocket, and four others out on the counter, sealed and unused. Maya, was there anything else missing in the kitchen, or was that it?

[ And still, she continues— ]

In the library, Janis and I found a broken bottle of wine, one of the floral scent ones that Orpheus and Eurydice recognize. This is a different kind of wine from the stuff that was in the kitchen, and on Salieri. Someone dropped the bottle near the entrance. Nearby, there were drops of blood. Real small, no trail. There was...also a spill of candle wax near the door, and a bloodstained handkerchief. On a table, there were ripped out book pages with a bunch of words cut out, along with glue and completely burned down candles.

What all those were used for...was in the band room. There was a post-it with a message on it: "Meet me in library 3 am." It was on a music stand with...with Salieri's latest in-progress composition. [ At that, she pauses. She swallows down a lump in her throat. ] It's...safe to say, he was in there late, working on it.

[ A slow breath. ]

We've got the handkerchief, the wine, the note, just— we've got a lot of things here to look over and compare. Maybe we can try and put together some kind of timeline. Or, maybe we can check each other over for more injuries.

But we have to start cooperating, or else we're all dead. Alright?
Edited 2021-07-03 18:25 (UTC)
disharmonizes: (114)

MTB...?

[personal profile] disharmonizes 2021-07-03 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
It really was supposed to be simple. The only reason I even gave him the note was so he could help me with all of it.

But, of course it didn't work out the way I planned it.

[He relaxes, almost shrugging casually while he lets that origami butterfly float into the air, into little circles.]

When the light is running low
And the shadows start to grow
And the places that you know
Cut away the afterglow

There's a light inside your soul
Slowly shrinking in the cold
From the truth deep down you know
And yet darker we will go


[And that butterfly suddenly burns, ashes floating down to the floor.]

How convincing that man could be. But more the fool I, for listening to him.

...My own fault, really. All of it... I never should have showed him that photo at all.