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

[dieformymusic]

[He nods. Offering his visage.

"I don't need to show all of my face right?"]

[robitussin]

No. And we can go into a corner if you want.

[dieformymusic]

["Yes. I would be so grateful."]

[robitussin]

Okay. Into the corner we go.

[True to her word, she heads to the corner before testing his hands - how much makeup is left on each?]

[dieformymusic]

[Yaaay corner time, awkwardly looming as a six foot tall person.

True to his word there isn't much makeup left now. Not enough to be leftover from today.]

[robitussin]

Cool. You're probably good. Just to make sure... Can I check your face really quick?

[To make sure there's makeup there as well, and the small amount on his hands isn't related to what happened to Eliza and Darla.]

[dieformymusic]

[There's hesitation...before he slowly nods.

"You may not like what you see."]

[robitussin]

I don't like a lot of things here. I'll deal.

CW: body horror

[dieformymusic]

[Winslow removes his helmet for the sake of proving his innocence. There is a deep scar around his now comeplety white eye. The makeup is a day old and lacks any vanilla smell. It's unnerving for Winslow. Really these trials are the epitome of worst show and tell.]