THIRD TRIAL
Trial III
From what you can see, all the lights in the opera house are turned on. Only when you enter and see the open doors that lead into the main theater, you can see that room's lights are currently turned off. It's very dark in there.
Like before, Rembrandt escorts everybody to the stage. In the dark you still can see the many blue-eyed things you may be getting used to. They're still very scared of Rembrandt, staying as far away from the assistant as possible. The stage is illuminated by the spotlights, the only light in this theater.
The Lady and Rembrandt are at their balcony. She stands up, addressing the group:
"After the fiasco somebody I won't name caused yesterday, I'm glad to see someone else had the courage to do what was needed. This time it's a valid murder. To the culprit: I wish you good luck, darling. Let's see you get away with this murder."
Someone seems to be pleased, unfortunately. Anything that makes the Lady pleased can't be good, can it?
Let the trial for the death of Olivert Reise Arnor and Sirius begin.
[OOC NOTE: From the halfway point of the trial and onwards, you'll have the option to ask the masterminds for the chance to get a hint! Be warned, though: the price will involve some body horror for your character. Keep that in mind when deciding to use this option!]

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[Well! That's new.]
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[tf are batteries - he gets the basic idea, at least?]
I don't know much about it, just what I was told.
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Could this place get any more revolting?
[ Don't answer this. ]
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We're trying to protect the last shreds of our sanity.
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Nothing vital has changed. The situation is no worse than it was before. We simply know more about it now, and that's largely based on guesswork anyway. Our objectives are the exact same as they were ten minutes ago.
Get some sleep once this is over. We don't have to resolve everything tonight.
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[ God, he's getting more upset by the second. It's disgusting! Why is he surrounded by so much literal and metaphorical filth!!
He takes a deep breath, steadying himself. ]
.... let's just hope they stop dragging out this farce so we can go to our rooms.
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[IT’S REAL “I DON’T KNOW WHETHER I AM FURIOUS OR READY TO CRY IN DESPAIR” HOURS]
I am not even surprised, I am just so tired.
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