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Randall Rech ([personal profile] rech) wrote in [community profile] foolishmortals2018-01-27 09:30 am
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Second Trial

[Once everyone makes it the portrait gallery again, they will hear Randall's voice echo through the room.]

I'm not sure what everyone expected. There are a lot of children here and given the situation it was only a matter of time they started dying.

[Charming.

The floor descends once again as Randall begins his speech.]


Our tour begins here in this gallery where you gaze upon the sweet innocence of youth. Ah, but things are not always as they seem. Can it be this room is actually stretching? And notice this: this chamber has no windows and no doors, which offers you this chilling challenge… to find a way out.

Of course, there’s always my way.

[The floor stops again and doors open to the trial room.

At least the trial room doesn't look terribly different, although there are strange burn marks in the summoning circle now. And now, along with Mim, now Woody and Noby's podium has a lit candle and a voodoo doll resembling them (which is perhaps a little redundant in Woody's case).

Randall is already standing within the summoning circle, holding his stick with Facilier's head on it.]


Now then, I hope everyone has fun today.

[Trial Start]
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[personal profile] hasit 2018-01-28 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Leia's breathing hard, staring Randall down with twin fires burning in both her eyes. You know the look.

And...she knows what she has to do.

Slowly, she returns to her podium. Pricks her finger. Writes a name:
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[personal profile] hasit 2018-01-28 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
JANE DARLING

[If this whole thing has taught her anything, it's how much she truly is needed. These kids...she has to be here for them. All of them.]
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[personal profile] downtonabbeast 2018-01-28 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[He can't think of words to say right now but he is going to reach over and lay a hand over hers in sympathy. From his shoulder Monsieur le Gros Yeux chirps.]