At that exact moment, a man in a well-tailored business suit burst through the doors.
"What the hell is this?" he demanded, looking at the prosecuting bench. "Bailiff, arrest this man."
Everyone stared on in shock, though the defense attorney had a calculating look in his eyes. "And just who might you be?" Keeping his cards close and preparing to pounce on whatever turn of events came about.
"James Cohrs, District Attorney. I'm the person that should be standing behind that table." A gasp went around the courtroom. "This man is an impostor, sent her by... I won't say my suspicions, to preserve the court from any speculation. Bailiff?"
At that moment the 'prosecuting attorney' made a break for the door, but a police officer stepped in his way and wrestled him up against the wall, slapping him in cuffs.
"I wasn't informed of these proceedings. Matter of fact, the communique I got said they were tomorrow. Now..." he said, looking about the room. "This farce has gone on long enough. I ask the Judge to declare a mistrial. I think we can all agree that this is a most unorthodox occasion, and it warrants it. The charges will be considered in due time, but for now, will someone tell me what the hell just happened?"
OOC: Amazing what you can come up with when you step away from the computer for awhile. Good night everyone.