FOURTH TRIAL

[beautifultomorrow]

[The usual scene plays of everyone going into the elevator after they finish up investigation. But when the elevator starts moving, they will hear John’s voice instead of The Narrator’s. It clearly sounds like he’s reading from some sort of script.]

Picture of Belle, a book lover born well before her time. She desperately wanted society to treat her like a human being, and to respect her love of books. Belle had made many friends and many enemies because of her personality, and now… Her final resting place will be in a book simply titled… The Twilight Zone.

[... Strangely, however, the elevator doesn’t drop this time, the doors instead open as soon as John finishes his speech, leading once again to The Tip Top Club. Now Reyna and Belle’s pictures are in grayscale and, instead of Rod sitting on stage, John is there, looking at some papers. He offers the guests a comforting smile when they enter.]

I shouldn’t complain that Rod’s doing something creative with his time, but I have to admit, I don’t get what he sees appealing about writing something like this. Don’t know why he had the elevator set to “ride” mode either.

I, uh...made some old fashioned lemonade for you guys. [He motions to the lemonade pitcher and cups on the counter.] Feel free to help yourself.

[He’s… really trying to attempt to lighten the mood of this situation. Please humor him.]

Comments

[darnsitall]

You drank it? Mister Duck, that was not a very smart thing to do!

...what did it taste like?

[stenchus_rodentus]

If he succumbs to the poison, do we need to put himself on trial?

[darthfanboy]

I’m here for it.

[stenchus_rodentus]

Do you suppose we may have to make him vote for himself?

[Sniiicker.]

[theduck]

Never said I drank it.

[HE... SORT OF DID but details. details and pride]

Bad.

[darnsitall]

[She knows all about people ingesting poison, you can't lie to her.]

Was it...bitter?

[theduck]

[yeah okay this one is probably important enough to lift his head up to attempt to be... slightly more easy to understand. maybe.]

...Yes.

I think it was sweetened. [The tea, anyhow.] But it was still really bitter.

[darnsitall]

Ohhh, no!

[Sally is up in a flash, retrieving a glass of water and a menu from the bar. She grabs a seat next to Donald and starts fanning him.]

I think you may have ingested cyanide. If you only drank a little, you'll be fine, but you're going to be sick for a little bit. Drink this!

[nocasetoobig]

Wait...how could someone get that!?

[darnsitall]

It's found in lots of common foods, and especially in pits in some fruits. With how often the kitchen restocks, someone could get a good amount.

[tadaishi]

Apple seeds contain the most, but you'd need a couple hundred for a lethal dose of the poison.

[nocasetoobig]

But...........that means they'd have to have been planning for weeks!

[darnsitall]

Not necessarily... it doesn't take a lot of cyanide to make someone very ill, or worse. If they knew what they were doing.

[nocasetoobig]

...I guess Donald is proof of that, huh?

1/2

[theduck]

...I ingested what now.

[theduck]

[yeah he's just gonna grab the glass and down the entire thing as quickly as possible, thanks- he completely missed the rest of what she said (his mind kind of blanked as soon as he heard cyanide), but he at least got that much.

if he weren't so bone-tired, he has half a mind to take the entire pitcher of lemonade.]

[darnsitall]

[DON'T WORRY she'll make sure you keep breathing, Donald.]

[hallotween]

... Why did you drink it. [SHE THOUGHT YOU WERE ONE OF THE SMART PEOPLE LEFT...]

[theduck]

I didn't drink it! I was investigating and... my tongue accidentally touched the tea set!

[yeah okay that sounds like bullshit even to him, but]

[hallotween]

You licked it.

[theduck]

...In a manner of speaking, yes.

[hallotween]

Donald...

[forgottenfounder]

[Face in his hands,]

Donald....

[theduck]

I'm fine! Everything's fine!