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

[dechagny]

[Oh God. So when the announcement came that Darla was dead...she was there?

Good Lord above, who was this sick murderer?]

She...she is - was...small enough to hide in such a place. Do you think...did she die in the machine...?

Hey mods

[inforapenny]

I-I was... I was in... in shock, I don't...

[He thinks and tries to remember.

Did it look (and smell) like she'd thrown up inside the machine?]

[stagemanagers]

[It did not. The only traces of vomit were those left around her mouth.]

[inforapenny]

[He shakes his head]

No, there was nothing in the machine. She was put in there after she was unconscious.

[dechagny]

[Sorry to make you have to answer that, Billy.]

Then...where could she have died? There must have been some sort of sign, or...

[inforapenny]

She had to have gotten sick somewhere. But if it was because of poisoned cookies, maybe she... took them back to her room before she ate them?

[dechagny]

It's possible. But was her door open?

[Lol Astarte says as much below]