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

[robitussin]

...Come here for a second?

[dechagny]

[He comes over.]

If there is some other way to prove my innocence, I would be happy to do so...

[Dear Lord he didn't do it please give him the chance to prove it]

[robitussin]

I'm thinking about the vanilla... But even if you did smell like it, you probably wouldn't after you showered.

...But I don't see why you would admit to doing it. You could have easily not said anything, and your hands would have been fine.

[dechagny]

[He shakes his head.] I could have said nothing - but then I would not be being honest, and at times like this we must all be as honest as we can.

[Even if it digs his hole deeper]

[robitussin]

Yeah. I mean, that kind of doesn't seem like something a murderer would do? Unless you were banking on us thinking that, but.

[dechagny]

...Is there another way to be certain we can prove my innocence?

[God he is disgustingly up-front about all this]

[robitussin]

Can you think of anything? Because if you can, that's another test we should be doing on everyone.

[dechagny]

[Alright, think, think...what haven't they tested for? What other clues are there-

Ah!]

Signs of struggle - Madame Hamilton appeared to be in some sort of fight, was she not? The culprit would have some sort of new bruising or scratches from her in retaliation!

[Oh boy he's going for his suit jacket already to prove he's innocent.]

[robitussin]

...So we all have to strip again. Awesome.

[dechagny]

[I mean why not start with stripping at every trial we could cut down on debating

By the way he's got the jacket off, now the shirt. No wounds, marks, or bruises to be found. Even the one around his neck from when he arrived is pretty faint.]

[robitussin]

Okay, you're good.

So! Girls to one side, guys to the other, I guess.