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

[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.