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

[robitussin]

[She walks over to get a better look, nodding when she does.]

Yeah, it's the same. I wonder why there were shards in both places...

[dontfeedplants]

Maybe after they were hit with the ceramic, they tried running to the cold storage and some shards fell off of them?

[robitussin]

If that were the case, wouldn't there have been a trail of blood rather than just the one puddle I found?

[trettende]

Perhaps if she spent enough time in cold storage, she... was at least somewhat frozen? So there was no trail.

[ Hans cringes as he offers up this idea though. Sorry, Eliza... ]

[robitussin]

So... Either Eliza or the killer went to cold storage to get ingredients for the cookies, then there was a struggle there and she got hit with the ceramics? And was left there long enough for the blood to freeze.