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

[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.

[catliketread]

If we go with the theory that Eliza baked the cookies though... Hmm. Would you know how to put icing on a cookie?

[...listen he has literally never baked before, cut him some slack]

[onthebusagain]

Uh, yeah, everyone here could do that.

[catliketread]

[...........looks at astarte...]

I'm not entirely sure I could. I have never baked anything before in my life, nor used icing for anything!