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SCENE 1: A FUNERAL IN AN EMPTY ROOM
Seven WOODEN COFFINS, exactly alike, set in a row of six with one at the forefront. The front coffin is open, its contents hidden by a gorgeous arrangement of FLOWERS and WREATHS. The FLOWERS are all in hues of gold and violet, and all are fake.
A TRAY OF MEAT rests on the bottom half of the coffin.
A queuing mourner steps up to the coffin. This is PALAMEDES SEXTUS, whose MASK is distinguished by being plain, of shattered wood clumsily taped or glued back together. He is wearing what once must have been a smart GREY SUIT of traditional cut, with a matching waistcoat and deep PURPLE TIE. Unfortunately, the suit is completely ruined. Large holes have been ripped in the fabric; one jacket sleeve is hanging off at the elbow; one leg of the trousers ius charred and blackened as if by fire. What material isn't damaged is stained with big brownish patches of dried blood. Palamedes himself does not appear to be damaged in any way.
The corpse sits upright. It's IANTHE TRIDENTARIUS. Her face is covered in BLOODY KISSES.
IANTHE
You're fucked, my lad.
