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itscurtains2021-07-10 12:07 pm
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2021-07-10 12:07 pm
fifth trial
[As the investigation ends, you'll hear the Wizard'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. Discord, Elle, Orpheus and Eurydice now have theirs draped in black crepe and with a framed monochrome photo of them on top. At Maya's podium is a stool with a fresh amaryllis flower carefully set on it.
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. She's still in her pretty pink prom dress, her hair restyled and make-up freshened to not be so messy from sleep. It's also worth noting the blood on her skirt from when she assisted in helping Maya with her injury is gone.
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 fifth trial, everyone. It's time to determine who was responsible for the murder of Elle, Orpheus and Eurydice. 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. Discord, Elle, Orpheus and Eurydice now have theirs draped in black crepe and with a framed monochrome photo of them on top. At Maya's podium is a stool with a fresh amaryllis flower carefully set on it.
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. She's still in her pretty pink prom dress, her hair restyled and make-up freshened to not be so messy from sleep. It's also worth noting the blood on her skirt from when she assisted in helping Maya with her injury is gone.
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 fifth trial, everyone. It's time to determine who was responsible for the murder of Elle, Orpheus and Eurydice. 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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She falls.
[Dies.]
We all know how the trial would go.
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[ By the Wizard's rules...it would've been his fault. ]
...Orpheus tries to get down there. To save her.
What if someone saw...and got the wrong idea?
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[The lipstick. The smear, as if someone had touched his face. The sheer amount of blood, on every piece of clothing she had.]
She knew what would happen to him. Once Elle was beyond saving, he would have been, too.
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[ Everyone scrambling to protect Varian, to offer to die for him. ]
So he wouldn't have to go through an execution?
[ But.
But...she promised she wouldn't leave. Not on purpose. ]
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[A good friend. A fellow sufferer. A fellow prisoner.
Not quite a daughter - at least, not in the same way that Maya and Farrah are - but close.]
...Always so very practical.
cw: suicide
[There must always be a culprit. Even if they're already dead.]
It... it might explain why it didn't look like there was a struggle in the costume room.
cw: mass suicide mention...
She said... She'd stay...
[ Like I'm a curse—
Peregrine leans against her podium. She doesn't know how much more of this she can consider, right now. ]
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But she didn't stay. Someone took her life before she could...come back.
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She said she'd stay. She said— she wouldn't choose to leave again. That it was the worst mistake she ever made.
[ But would she choose between them and Orpheus? Could she? ]
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[He has to take a couple of quick breaths to steady himself, closing his eyes and rephrasing.]
If she went to the Costume Room to get the fabric, for Orpheus and Elle, and she was found there, then she...
[His next inhale overtakes him, and with Farrah at Angus' side for the moment, he grips his podium and lowers his head.
If he's right, what were her last moments? Did she bare her throat, too? When she realized what her attacker was there to do?]
There was a poet and his wife,
And they were beautiful.
A blessed poet and his wife,
She was his reason and his life,
And they were beautiful.
And she was sensible,
And he was... naive...
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Did she even make a sound?
MODS?
Hey, Wizzy, are we allowed to know how many votes we're putting in at the end of this whole thing? How many killers we're looking for?
Re: MODS?
Wizzy.