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foolishmortals2017-12-09 11:59 am
hijackers) wrote in foolishmortals2017-12-09 11:59 am
MOCK TRIAL
"Alright, mooks, everybody make youse way down to the trial room, pronto!"
[There's certainly no trial room on the map. No trial soundstage, no trial room, where oh where could they be talking about. You might spend a long time looking for it, or only be thinking about it for a single second before it comes over you.
Whenever you close your ears, or even blink, you find yourself there.
The room is a cartoony laboratory, filled to the brims with scientific equipment and beakers beyond wondrous, almost impossible to imagine being utilized in any sort of actual scientific context. A large monitor is mounted on the ceiling, playing a single clip on repeat along with the words "IMAGINEER THINK TANK". There is a large stage underneath that television, which your two hosts take their places at quite readily.
A circle of metal podiums is set up on the ground floor, 26 in total. Each is marked with a name and a photograph of the individual who's supposed to take their place there, as well as a keyboard for inputting...something. The 26th podium is marked with a grayscale photograph of Gwenpool.
Your fellow participants appear in the room one-by-one, seeming to "digitize" out of nowhere. Once everyone has appeared in the room and taken their place, the air around them seems to go deathly still.
Mugsi holds a cigar between her lips, lighting it from a stick of dynamite lit by Kate. With Mugsi taking a deep inhale, Kate speaks, the dynamite somehow fizzling out.]
Each of you has a place you oughta be sitting, and your job is to solve the mystery that's been put before ya. Once you think you know who did it, input their name on the keyboard in front of you. Majority rules, participation is mandatory, and if ya vote wrong you're not gonna see the light of day ever again!
So, get on with it!
[There's certainly no trial room on the map. No trial soundstage, no trial room, where oh where could they be talking about. You might spend a long time looking for it, or only be thinking about it for a single second before it comes over you.
Whenever you close your ears, or even blink, you find yourself there.
The room is a cartoony laboratory, filled to the brims with scientific equipment and beakers beyond wondrous, almost impossible to imagine being utilized in any sort of actual scientific context. A large monitor is mounted on the ceiling, playing a single clip on repeat along with the words "IMAGINEER THINK TANK". There is a large stage underneath that television, which your two hosts take their places at quite readily.
A circle of metal podiums is set up on the ground floor, 26 in total. Each is marked with a name and a photograph of the individual who's supposed to take their place there, as well as a keyboard for inputting...something. The 26th podium is marked with a grayscale photograph of Gwenpool.
Your fellow participants appear in the room one-by-one, seeming to "digitize" out of nowhere. Once everyone has appeared in the room and taken their place, the air around them seems to go deathly still.
Mugsi holds a cigar between her lips, lighting it from a stick of dynamite lit by Kate. With Mugsi taking a deep inhale, Kate speaks, the dynamite somehow fizzling out.]
Each of you has a place you oughta be sitting, and your job is to solve the mystery that's been put before ya. Once you think you know who did it, input their name on the keyboard in front of you. Majority rules, participation is mandatory, and if ya vote wrong you're not gonna see the light of day ever again!
So, get on with it!
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[ is she close at all ryan :| ]
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Didn't you hear the man? It's virtual reality, I was basically right.
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Nnnooo, you weren't. Look, you may be an actor, fine. But we're not. Didn't you hear him? This "ride" could have serious consequences that he's covering up. We may be alright right now, but what about the next group he drags in here? What about the previous ones?
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[ She narrows her eyes. ]
I knew someone kind of like you, once. Hated the fate he was given, played his part for centuries anyway. He didn't... That wasn't what it had to be. He broke that cycle. [ ...don't-- think more about that-- ] Excuse me for thinking, maybe this jerk could be as brave.
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I don't see why I have to give up my life so you can all live yours. I don't even know you.
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Because... I don't know how your...anything works. But you had to come from somewhere. There's a chance, always a chance you don't remember finding a new...story, or role.
But if this is the end? If whatever you do, this is all there is...then it comes down to what kind of person you want to be. Do you want to be the kind to just go along with all of this? Aren't you tired of it?
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[She's trying to figure out the right way to manage this.]
...Your help is appreciate greatly, but now it seems to me you are halting the. Story's.
Pacing?
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I understand why you are irritated, but people here are angry for a clear reason. What is the purpose of insulting them further?
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It seems to me we all have roles to play. The housewife, the actor, the killer. Fighting it just does not seem to be a worthy use of time, at least for myself.