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

[sunshineprincess]

So was the white stripe in my hair. Don't make me pull it off your head.

[blackstache]

I refuse, girl.

[sunshineprincess]

Now you're just confirming that you're wearing a wig by being a coward.

[blackstache]

Hook is neither a codfish nor is he a coward!

[sunshineprincess]

Then prove it.

[This girl is not afraid of you.]

[blackstache]

Hook doesn't want to!

[sunshineprincess]

Want me to yell that you're a coward so everyone can hear?

[blackstache]

As if anyone would believe you.

[tellthestory]

It's in the playbill.