FIFTH TRIAL

[stagemanagers]

[The sound of the courtroom doors opening is louder and deeper than the stairwell doors were, as if they understand their dramatic importance.

It's time for yet another trial.

Natalie's podium has joined the other somberly-decorated ones in pretty short order. Unfortunately, the other ones are left entirely as they were - no pillows, food, or coffee provided by the Opera staff. You'll just have to try and make this quick. The Balladeer sounds like he'd like to get this over with as well when he speaks up.]

I'm sorry, Heather. I really didn't think... [He sighs.] Okay, go ahead.

Comments

[tellthestory]

.......what?

[aflatouttahell]

It had owls on it? The handle is made out of rubber, too, which is weird. If... the guns I've seen are anything to go by.

[tellthestory]

[There's a long moment of silence.]

Yeah, uh, that's...yeah.

[aflatouttahell]

... do... do you want it? It sounds like you know it, I could bring it to your office.

[tellthestory]

I would really rather you didn't do that!

[aflatouttahell]

Okay! Sorry, I just... sorry. I didn't mean to, you know...

[tellthestory]

No, no, don't apologize. It's fine.

[trettende]

[ Okay, Hans can't not be nosy here. He needs to know. ]

Is it something from your old show?

[tellthestory]

.....yeah. I mean, I think. I don't know how it could've gotten here, but...like you said, distinctive.

[trettende]

[ Aw, buddy. That can't be a fun reminder. ]

It sounds like the Merchandise Booth is handing out all sorts of dangerous things. Maybe they have items from all of our homes.

[ And Tony awards. And Hamilton tickets?? ]