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

[dieformymusic]

["It is hard to tell.

But maybe if we focused on who killed the kid we can find her murderer. I feel maybe they were a cook like Eliza."]

[catliketread]

They presumably did use the icing on the cookies. I cannot cook or bake, so I would not know how to use icing on a cookie. But perhaps we can at least narrow our pool of suspects a bit based on that? Who here knows how to bake?

[dieformymusic]

["My specialty is music. And music only."

A fluff of pride.]

[catliketread]

An admirable specialty, my good man.

[winslow continues to be great, to literally no one's surprise]

[dieformymusic]

[Grins.

He can count on you, pirate good sir.]

[inforapenny]

...It doesn't take much finesse to put icing on a cookie.

Hey, Seymour, did you find the cookies, too?

[dontfeedplants]

It was a little crushed from being in the trash, but I did bring one.

[He pulls a cookie from a bag he brought with him, covered with the same arsenic frosting.]

HEY MODS?

[inforapenny]

[Well after I deleted the comment- how appetizing does the icing job look? other than being squished in the trash.]

[dechagny]

I...only learned how to bake bread literally this week, and I am still learning how to cook. But - even so, I have been working from only one cookbook.

[catliketread]

I sincerely doubt you would ever even consider killing anyone, Raoul.

[which is not the point, but.]

I assume you have not learned how to bake cookies yet?

[dechagny]

Of course not - but I see no need to lie about my activities.

[I mean half of you have probably eaten his cooking]

And no, I have not ventured into sweets just yet.

[onthebusagain]

I haven't baked since my cookie disaster our first week here.

[catliketread]

You had no desire to test out the bakery? Though I suppose I can't blame you if you had a disaster so early into our stay here...

[onthebusagain]

Not after how bad my cookies were- Astarte remembers. I'm good at like, everything but baking.

[dontfeedplants]

I probably couldn't bake cookies properly even if I had the recipe in front of me.

[He's pretty sure the opera would burn down if he even attempted it.]

[catliketread]

[please do not burn down the opera]

I feel the same way! Let us promise never to bake.

[that way neither of us set the opera on fire!! \o/]

[robitussin]

You know that whoever did this could pretty easily lie about being able to bake, right?

[catliketread]

Well, that is true, but if they have baked at all while they were here then someone surely would have noticed!

[robitussin]

Then shouldn't the question be who here has been seen baking?

[solomonjihad]

I've been learning to cook, alongside Raoul, and the last thing I cooked was the chocolate cake yesterday.

[catliketread]

Ah, right, the cake...

[...]

I imagine it wasn't you either.

[the icing job would probably be a lot worse, tbh]

[blackstache]

I am an accomplished baker of cakes.

[catliketread]

...You know how to bake? Where did you learn that?

[dechagny]

[For the love of fuck let's hope Hook doesn't decide to show off his talents]

[inforapenny]

...What about a decorator of cakes? Do you make your own icing?