MOCK TRIAL

[hijackers]

"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!

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[keyofimagination]

[A familiar voice is heard in the room, although it’s definitely none of the guests or hosts.]

That’s enough.

[The coins suddenly stop raining down on Scrooge. Next to Bill there is a man standing in front of him, with his hand on the lever in the “off” position. Minus his strange gray appearance, he seems like a normal human man, and he seems strangely familiar to the guests witnessing him.

He stranger looks like he’s barely containing his anger as he speaks.]

Bill, I’m ashamed that you think you would even dream of doing something like this! This whole thing is tarnishing EPCOT’s name just by existing! Every single thing about this attractions sickens me and I don't know how you live with yourself.

[billbillbill]

[Bill, on the other hand, looks unimpressed.]

Never get tired of being Captain Buzzkill, I see.

[keyofimagination]

If being a "buzzkill" means "saving innocent people from a lifetime of trauma", I would happily do it. What on earth possessed you to think any of this was a good idea?

[greekrevival]

[ Who is this...? Does she know him? Is this something from the memories they're missing? Annabeth's lips tighten to a thin line and her eyes turn stormy. However, she watches. ]

At least someone at EPCOT has some sense. [ aka, acknowledging that she had a damn point ]

[stepfordsynthezoid]

He mentioned the erasure of several memories. Not to give him credit, of course, but it seems he has justifications prepared for his general...

dickishness.

[billbillbill]

As if you're one to judge. I was just trying make a ride that's better than your precious "tower".

[bayoublues]

[What the hey. There's been too much weird shit going on this week.]

Uh. Mind stopping this ride for us, please? I-I'd like to get home as soon as possible.

[worldsaway]

[In a low voice, to whoever is closest and watching as well:] Do you think we ever get to leave?

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki merely elbows him. ]

[worldsaway]

[Thor grunts for the 50th time this week.]

[mister_mystery]

At this rate, I sure hope so.

[worldsaway]

This could take some time.

[lovelylilmouse]

[Very, very softly--] I...I sure hope so.

[worldsaway]

[Now he feels bad for making the mouse worry.]

Seems like it's winding up any moment now..

[onthestrokeoftwelve]

We can only hope.

[Yeah she has to go back to her terrible family, but this place is somehow worse.]

[worldsaway]

[Thor reaches out to brush her hand with his fingers, he smiles, he's trying to be comforting.]

Things are looking hopeful.

[yayashton]

[Hmmmmm 8/10, he'll take it. Nobody's perfect.]

Quick question: are you Rod?

[keyofimagination]

[Hello random kid.]

I am. You may call me "The Narrator" if you prefer to be formal about it.

[yayashton]

I'm Ryan. Bill [Ryan waves to Bill, smiling sweetly.] promised I could meet you if I played his, little game so I'm thrilled to meet you - even if I wish the circumstances were better.

[He's going to sweet-talk his way into getting them home as a by-product of trying to date Rod.]

[madmadam]

[Groans and cups her head in her hands. She was enjoying that!]

I really should have just killed you all.

[livinginthesun]

How about you don't, and not say you did?

[please]

[madmadam]

Where's the fun in that?

[windsintheeast]

I certainly hope you're planning on showing us to the exit immediately. We've all had quite enough of this.

[keyofimagination]

My apologies that you had to deal with this. I promise to get everyone out immediately once I take care of a certain someone. [Eyes Bill.]

[losingtoabird]

[And things were just starting to get exciting...]