"Shut it down!" Corliss rages. "Now!"
"But we haven't gotten to the best part!" Alisha says with a smirk as Prince Annabelle's voice drips from the room's surround sound speakers like honey, offering Corliss a future as Prince of Ottawa.
Corliss smashes a fist onto one of the screens, shattering the display into a thousand pieces while the rest of the visual grid plays on, undeterred. "Do you think this poorly doctored footage is going to get you somewhere, Alisha?" she yells. "I'll have you flayed!" She smashes a second screen, her face twisted with unspeakable rage.
"I'm listening," the Corliss on-screen says, gazing on Annabelle the way one might watch a lover. "What do you propose?"
Mutters from the crowd start to filter up to your ears: "What game are they playing at with this theater?" "This is obviously an ill-timed hoax!" "It's too good to be a fake—I know Annabelle and that's really her…"
Corliss jumps down from the stage and goes for Alisha. Now that the shock of her betrayal has worn off, she's realized that nothing can stop the display without the remote that's firmly clutched in the Diva's hand. Even if she smashed every last monitor, the audio running through the speakers would damn her. A quick glance behind shows that the two ghouls charged with watching you have disappeared, likely circling around to catch Alisha in a flanking maneuver when she retreats from Corliss. This presents you with some interesting possibilities.