THIRD TRIAL

[keyofimagination]

[This is all becoming routine now, to the point that maybe the thought of the elevator dropping suddenly doesn’t bother you. Or maybe you’re just so numb to four people dying already that the thought of dropping isn’t as bad.

Or heck, maybe you’re still dreading the drop, who knows?]

Submitted for your approval, Amanda and Thalia. Two girls who deal daily outside the normal world. They’ve dealt daily with fighting dangerous beings, only to have been struck down suddenly by the mortal coil. For even experience with these terrors couldn’t prepare these two young warriors for the kind of terror one finds… The Twilight Zone.

[And there’s the drop again. At least this is the norm now, and at least once it’s finally done you get access to that sweet open bar.

The Tip Top Club, is, like, usual, the same except the new grayscale pictures of Goofy, Roxanne, Stitch, Amanda, and Thalia. The Narrator is in his usual spot, but it seems like he’s spacing out a little. He does acknowledge the guests once they enter, at least.]

Take as much time as you need. I’ll be quiet this week.

[Have fun, everyone.]

Comments

[keyofimagination]

I suppose Walt would have as well, but...

She was specifically asking me about her friends.

[nocasetoobig]

So if not enough people had died, all of the people in our photos would have disappeared?

[keyofimagination]

[He's silent for a moment, before nodding.]

[hallotween]

What does that even mean, "disappeared?"

[keyofimagination]

[The Narrator looks like he needs a drink right about now dear god why do you keep interrogating him.]

I mean disappeared. From existence.

[hallotween]

[BITCH IT IS LITERALLY YOUR OWN DAMN FAULT DEAL WITH IT]

So, not even dead. Just. Gone.

[keyofimagination]

Just Gone.

[nocasetoobig]

Mister Narrator?

[he...he has to know. for sure.]

Would it because you did it, or because that benefactor did?

[keyofimagination]

The latter of the two.

[forgottenfounder]

[You know what?

Oswald is going to the bar to prepare a drink for Rod. Because it's that kind of day.]

[hallotween]

... What are you doing. [oswald you fucking scab]

[forgottenfounder]

Just making a little something.

[He's not exactly a barista, but he can figure his way through this.]

[hallotween]

You better not be making it for him.

[stenchus_rodentus]

[Drinks off to you and Rod.]

Bottoms up.

[forgottenfounder]

I'll admit, I'm not much of a drinker. goes right through me.

[Might have something to do with his usual composition being almost purely paint.]

[stenchus_rodentus]

...with your physiology, it's hard to tell if that's a figure of speech or not.

[keyofimagination]

[Huh.

Well he doesn't want to be rude and just assume this is for him, so he's just gonna see where this goes.]

[forgottenfounder]

[It's been a crazy sort of week.

After a moment, Oswald returns to the main 'party' and sets the drink on a table near Rod.]

Here, if you want it.

[It's not Extremely Alcoholic. He promises.]

[keyofimagination]

[... Dear god he should have said something. He looks slightly shocked and embarrassed as he speaks.]

I'm flattered, really, but I can't drink this.

[forgottenfounder]

[Oswald looks at the drink.

Then up at Rod.]

...Oh right.

[Full facepalm mode. Activated.]

The intangible thing.

[keyofimagination]

[Rip Oswald.]

I am still flattered by the offer. I would drink this if I could.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[What are you up to, Oswald? Trying to get Rod drunk?


...Good. Maybe he'd be a little more forthcoming.]

[forgottenfounder]

[That could either help or hinder their situation.

...Maybe it's actually a good idea after all.]