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]

Well, I can't cook but even I'd know better than to put garlic in cookies.

[ He shrugs. ]

Still, if someone you trusted offered you cookies, wouldn't you at least try them before saying they smelled awful?

[dontfeedplants]

I don't know, but maybe I'm just paranoid.

[Maybe if Audrey made them, but she would never try poisoning him.]

[onthebusagain]

Uh. No.

[trettende]

I think Miss Eliza would, at the very least. She seemed to kind to turn anyone down.

[onthebusagain]

What about Darla? I don't know much about her, but she didn't seem like the nicest little girl. [...She feels like an awful person, saying that about a dead little girl.]

[trettende]

But she was a little girl, and children love sweets. Perhaps she simply couldn't help herself.