MOCK TRIAL EPI-LOG

[worldofcolor]

[There's a bit of chaos at the moment, with Rod and Bill at each other's throats and the execution interrupted. Suddenly, however, it's no longer there. None of it.

Darkness surrounds you for a moment, covering your field of vision. However, slowly, light appears. A mechanical mouse ear-shaped helmet raises from your head, and you become aware of your surroundings. You find yourself awake awakening in a theater, lapbars pulled over your bodies, all of you, including Gwen, Scrooge and the four who weren't part of the game.

The only one who isn't restrained is a mustachioed man in a gray suit, who appears to be fiddling with a control panel that slowly makes the lapbars lift upwards.]

What...is going on here?

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[keyofimagination]

[Oh good it's his bff.]

What happens when we let people like him unattended, apparently.

[not_over_yet]

For the seventh time, no less.

[worldofcolor]

That's fair.

Bill, I appreciate the technology you've contributed, but not enough to keep you onboard after this. You're fired.

[billbillbill]

...You say that as though this position means anything to me.

[keyofimagination]

That's interesting for someone who seemed so eager to impress Walt with this.

[bayoublues]

So...aha, um.

[Referring to the mustached man.] Who in the heck are you? Are we allowed to go home, now?

[worldofcolor]

The owner or, well, I suppose you could say...mayor of EPCOT.

Yes, you’re free to go.

[bayoublues]

Oh, gee. Thanks.

[He seems to have the full intention to leave immediately before he pauses, thinking.]

...Is there anywhere nearby where I grab a bite or two?

[unclemoneybags]

[What the fuck.]

[windsintheeast]

This technology is all rather impressive. I hope you one day find a better use for it than psychologically damaging your guests.

[keyofimagination]

I'm sure we can. Thankfully now that Bill has been taken care of we can devote our time to finding ways to use technology to benefit the guest experience instead of traumatizing them for life.

[madmadam]

[SNORING]

[worldsaway]

This is not the immediate sense of clarity I was expecting.

[Thor rises, awkwardly because he's dizzy as fuck, pointing at Walt.]

You there! Are you in charge? This is by far the worst thing I've been brainwashed into doing. Can you send us home or are you useless too?

[not_over_yet]

...Are you brainwashed with great frequency?

[worldsaway]

It's been known to happen.

[not_over_yet]

...Unfortunate.

[worldofcolor]

You’ll find that the cast members at the entrance to the city have a full portal station able to send you wherever you like, Mr. Odinson.

[keyofimagination]

Don't call Walt useless.

[Just glares at Thor.]

[greekrevival]

Mmm, no more VR. Ever. [ Sitting up, still grumpy about this whole thing.

A theme park. A theme park, that's all it was! Annabeth still can't believe it. ]

It hasn't been too long, has it? Do I- where's my phone-- [ She's digging around her pockets, assuming she has it, because- well, it's also such a convenient watch. ]

[stepfordsynthezoid]

[Presumably, there's a short period of time where the cast of weirdos are allowed to go about the park as they wish. Virginia, for her part, stays much longer than she'd probably have been comfortable earlier. She really should go home and make sure Vision hasn't destroyed the family's future again but... she wants to stick around just a bit to relax.

Eventually though, she takes off the slanted mouse hat someone put on her head and packs it away with the little souvenirs she's picked up over the get-away.]

I think it would be best if I return home soon. [To Annabeth, not to the whole disaster crowd.]

[greekrevival]

[ Annabeth's had food, a look around the park, and an impromptu pitch-session to Walt Disney, so she's a little riding high. Normally, the end of a "quest" doesn't have an apology, after all.

However, this sends her crashing back to reality. Her elation's began to wane, and her smile's a little forced. ]

Right. Yeah, me too. We both have things to get back to. [ ...But, would Virginia be okay...? ]

[stepfordsynthezoid]

[Virginia isn't really one to fidget. That's too subtle a reaction and synthezoids generally show nothing or show everything. But she does, a little, fiddling with the cloth of her sweater.]

Life does keep moving, forever onward.

...What a strange situation the past day has been.

[stepfordsynthezoid]

[Time to see if she can launch her wifi again.]

You assistance in this matter is appreciated.

[dothelokimotion]

And this will not occur again?

[ Because Loki doubts it. All of this happened like a well-oiled machine. The "rescue" came so conveniently as well. ]

[mister_mystery]

Please go easy on the memory gun next time.