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

[blackstache]

I had found that delightful poison well before I had ever targeted the child. When the mother attacked me for this, I smashed a teapot over her head and left her to die in cold storage.

Now, imagine ol' Hook's surprise when I found out that she has an apparent sleepwalking habit!

[catliketread]

Eliza or Darla?

[blackstache]

Mrs. Hamilton. The girl stayed right where she was.

[catliketread]

So she was out because she was sleepwalking? But you said she attacked you...?

[blackstache]

No, no, you idjit! The woman attacked me, I knocked her out. But somehow, her body was moved from the cold storage room where I left it.

[catliketread]

Oh. That is pretty impressive.

[Damn, Eliza, you were such a badass.]

Well, is there anything else or are we done here?

[blackstache]

Forget the talk of moving bodies and hidden poisons. I am awaiting our duel.