Re: [Meanwhile, on the ceiling]
[As the keystone pulled loose, everything freezes.
Hands still half-raised to mouths. A few people are caught mid blink, and the subtle flair of cloaks and dresses as people shift about are frozen in mid-motion. The keystone remains in the air, just a moment from hitting the bottom of the box.
You cannot move and your eyes are fixed in one direction. You can't even take a breath, but for the moment, you body seems to have forgotten that you need to. You can, however, hear the bemused voice of the King:]
Aah, the rebellion of youth. Endearing, almost. And absolutely predictable. Well done, my Blanks.