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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.
cw suicide discussion
Angus please listen to me: I know how you feel! Every single moment I think about how I failed everyone who died. My friends, my family, my dads.
[He chokes back tears at that.]
But we can’t honor our dead family by pointing fingers and driving each other further apart! The Wizard wants us to backstab each other until there’s no one left! We have to stick together!
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[Bruiser is licking him again, so Angus picks him up, avoiding looking in the direction of Elle's portrait.]
So the Wizard wants us to cower and believe death is the only escape?! What kind of rebellion would I have lead if we didn't use our fury for something? Their deaths should mean more than a discussion and a vote!
cw suicide discussion
I don’t think death is our only way out, but we have to do something to keep us all from killing each other!
cw suicide discussion
[He grabs Bruiser in his arms and turns away-
No. Orpheus and Eurydice are gone. Their empty podiums are all that greet him. Angus trembles, knowing that they won't be avenged. That there is nothing he can do to help him. That he can't do anything but wait and vote. That he is useless here.
Bruiser is getting a big, tight hug. It's the next best thing to Elle's hugs.]
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In a rage, he grasps Angus by the the shoulder and glares]
LISTEN TO ME!
[Had... had his voice always been this deep and booming? Before Angus can really even process this his voice goes back to normal.]
I’m not saying you can’t be angry! I’m angry too! And I’m scared! I really am! But we have to stick together! If we point fingers at each other, we’re giving the Wizard exactly what he wants!
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He wants to do something. He can't do anything. There's no right way to be angry here. He can't even voice his frustration without being told he is wrong.]
...Leave me alone.
[He jerks away from Spongebob's grip and lets his eyes haze over as he looks at nothing in particular. The middle of the floor, he assumes. He doesn't know what his eyes are processing anymore.]
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Before he goes back to his podium, he speaks to himself. Quiet but loud enough for Angus to hear.]
... I guess I have my answer as to what would happen if I succeeded on Wednesday.
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Uncool, bro.
She just moves to reattach herself to Angus' sleeve.]
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There's stuff happening several feet to the right, but he's not paying attention. It's too soon to join the conversation again.]
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He has a hard time looking at how this was the result of hallucinations and not see himself in the culprit shoes.]