I'm now writing the Blockhouse Christmas performance and the video captures Elizabeth and Veronica from the Lockup stories with Hanavari having performed death defying escapes from the guillotine in their own way.

Any volunteers?

"Scene: The Grand Hall of the Blockhouse

The clock on the wall buzzes as it hits 00:00.

Veronica stands panting by her machine, rubbing her raw wrists, her black latex suit glistening with sweat. Hanavari, cool and composed in electric purple, steps down from her platform, the chains lying in a heap at her feet.

Daniel:

"Time! And two out of three isn't bad... usually."

He gestures to the grim tableau on the right: Elizabeth’s headless body is still sitting casually in the stocks of the guillotine, legs crossed at the ankles, copper latex shimmering under the harsh lights. Her fingers are tapping a rhythmic beat on the wooden bench, clearly waiting.

Elizabeth’s Head (from the basket):

"I can hear you tapping, Liz. You're rushing the tempo."

Daniel:

"Ladies, if you would be so kind? We can't leave her like this. It upsets the insurance adjusters."

Hanavari and Veronica move with practiced synchronization. They flank the copper-clad body of their friend.

Veronica, using a key produced from her boot, quickly unlocks the heavy padlock securing the chains around Elizabeth’s ankles. The heavy iron links rattle to the floor.

Hanavari steps behind the guillotine. She doesn't use a key. She simply runs her gloved hand over the handcuffs securing Elizabeth’s wrists behind her back.

Hanavari:

"Release."

The cuffs spring open with a sharp click.

Now free of restraints, Elizabeth’s headless body pushes itself up from the bench. It stands with eerie grace, the copper suit catching the light. She stretches her arms, rolling her shoulders as if working out a cramp, completely unfazed by the lack of a head.

Daniel:

"And now... for the reversal."

He grips a heavy lever on the side of the guillotine frame. With a groan of gears and a clatter of chains, the massive steel blade begins to rise. It slides back up the tracks, locking into its reset position at the top of the frame with a menacing CLANG.

Elizabeth’s body walks forward, blindly but confidently, guided by Veronica’s hand on her arm. She stops in front of the wicker basket.

Daniel:

"Ready, Liz?"

Elizabeth’s Head:

"Ready. And try not to smudge my makeup this time."

Hanavari reaches into the basket. She lifts Elizabeth’s head by her long hair, holding it aloft. The head winks at the audience.

Hanavari places the head gently onto the neck of the standing body.

SNAP.

It is instantaneous. One moment, separate parts; the next, a whole woman. Elizabeth shakes her head, her hair flying, and takes a deep breath.

Elizabeth:

"Much better."

She flashes a dazzling smile, grabs Hanavari and Veronica’s hands, and the three women—Purple, Copper, and Black—step forward to the edge of the stage.

Daniel:

"Ladies and gentlemen... The Guillotine Trio!"

They bow deeply as the audience erupts, the horror of the 'execution' forgotten in the thrill of the restoration."