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

[onthebusagain]

Do you think the poison went into effect immediately? Maybe she wasn't hidden in the washer. Maybe she was trapped.

[irreprochable]

Was the door closed when they found her? That's not a bad idea.

[dontfeedplants]

But she was going to die anyway, there's no reason to trap her somewhere unless-

[--Oh.]

Are... are you saying the killer put her in the washer to prevent her from warning us?

[inforapenny]

The- the way she was lying in there... it didn't look like she was conscious when she was put in there..

[trettende]

That would also explain why Eliza was locked in cold storage. If she did not die immediately... The killer would have needed to trap her too, while the poison took effect.

[irreprochable]

That assumes she was actually poisoned.

[dontfeedplants]

Are you saying that she might not have been?