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

[solomonjihad]

Neverland...but what about, um, before you lived there?...You lived elsewhere right?

[Unless you are a literal infant and that is a terrifying thought]

[blackstache]

The early 1900s. Hook was a graduate of Eton College in 1894.

[solomonjihad]

...Where's Eton?

[blackstache]

It's only the most prestigious boarding school in England!

[solomonjihad]

...are you sure? You look a little...old to have graduated so...soon?

[You sure it's not a nursing home?...]

[blackstache]

Hook is incredibly sure!

[solomonjihad]

I can't say I'm sure...no offense, but you think Billy and the Balladeer are the same.

[dontfeedplants]

You graduated college?

[Somehow, this makes the fact that he never graduated high school even worse for Seymour.]

[blackstache]

At the top of my class, boy.

[dontfeedplants]

[Why does this week keep getting worse?!]

But how?

[No seriously, you refuse to believe that two separate people can look similar to each other.]