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]

...What happened to your face?

[Sorry Heather.]

[onthebusagain]

This stuff is like, awful for your face.

[sunshineprincess]

[What the heck Heather that looks awful.]

But you always wear makeup. Appearance and all, right?

[onthebusagain]

Yeah, to like, cover it up! But this morning I went to the dance studio first thing, so I didn't put any on before I left. If I knew people were going to get killed again, and everyone would see me like this, I would have planned better.

Never making that mistake again!