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.

[billbillbill]

Peh. Maybe Universal will be more accepting of my ideas, rather than some...happiest place on earth junk.

[bayoublues]

So...aha, um.

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

[madmadam]

[SNORING]

[keyofimagination]

If they can get past your personality, maybe.

[unclemoneybags]

[What the fuck.]

[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?

[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?

[windsintheeast]

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

[not_over_yet]

...Are you brainwashed with great frequency?

[worldsaway]

It's been known to happen.

[not_over_yet]

I find personality issues are easily overcome by being too useful to ignore. I believe his difficulties will come from the fact that he is, instead, an inconvenience at best.

[worldofcolor]

EPCOT has a number of eateries. You’ll be eating on my dime for your trouble.

[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.

[billbillbill]

Half of the attractions here were conceptualized by me, vermin. He’ll go broke without my vision in a matter of weeks.

[bayoublues]

Oh! Thank you, Mayor Owner of EPCOT.

[He's going to go find himself one of those giant turkey legs.]

[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. ]

[keyofimagination]

[Oh thank god he won't feel awkward for offering free meals to guests already.]

[keyofimagination]

I get the feeling we'll somehow manage to survive without you terrorizing the guests.

[worldofcolor]

[Magical Moments(c)]