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

[inforapenny]

[Billy actually smirks, and then he holds his fist up for a fistbump.]

Thanks for coming out to prove a point.

[tellthestory]

[He blinks at the fist for a second, then offers his own back.

~Fistbump Achieved~]

Glad to do it. [He smiles, not exactly too nicely.] I've gotta head back, though, we're about to wrap up.

[inforapenny]

[Billy's own smirk is dark and deadly.]

Make it a good one.

[tellthestory]

I will.

[He returns the grin, then stands and goes backstage again. See you in a few, Billy.]