Third Trial

[stagemanagers]

[Once again, the sound of opening doors echoes through the opera house as the investigation draws to a close.

Time for your third trial.

The courtroom looks the same as ever, save that Darla and Eliza's podiums are now arranged in the same funerary fashion as the other deceased cast members. The lights from the bulbs standing in their places seem to cast the rest of the house even more in shadow, even as the crystal chandeliers still glitter dimly above. The Balladeer is hidden backstage once more, somewhere behind the red curtain drawn shut across the stage. Once everyone's taken their places, he speaks up.]

Alright. Let's do this.

Comments

[trettende]

That's a good point. There must have been some reason she didn't suspect foul play.

[ He pauses. It's just a theory but... ]

What if they didn't smell strange at the time? Maybe the poison only turned bitter after enough time passed.

[robitussin]

I guess that's possible. I don't know anything about poison. But if that's the case, I don't think it narrows it down much. Eliza was super nice, and Darla was a kid. Either of them would have taken cookies from anyone, not just someone they trusted, right?

[trettende]

Me either. [ Who here would actually know about poison, though? ]

At least we know they were likely both killed by the same thing. I suppose we can assume it's one killer, for now.

[robitussin]

Yeah. And given how the bodies were in totally different places... It's probably not a scenario like last week. That is, Darla didn't do this.