Second Trial

[rech]

[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]

Comments

[rech]

By the way, if any of you had said please, I would've let you volunteer for her. Politeness gets you everywhere.

No song for you today. There is no great big beautiful tomorrow.

[and he fades away.]

[pinkflip]

[ She can't take her eyes off. In some beautiful mercy, she doesn't register Randall's words, because the instant it's all over, the instant it's done--

Kim faints, having kept herself conscious for far, far too long. ]

[not_over_yet]

[ There has GOT to be a way to kill spirits.

If there isn't one yet, he's going to create one. ]

[upgradeit]

[Don't mind him, he's having a bad - a bad month, actually.

He's having a really bad month and he can't find it in himself to do anything other than slump uselessly once it's over. Give him a minute. Just - he needs a second to come to terms with all the emotions he's gone through today.]

tw: emeto

[faciliheir]

[cool. cool cool cool. cool.

she's just gonna go fucking hurl now see y'all later.]

[truecalling]

[That has to be the worst thing she's ever seen. It's so... Jane fights so hard but in the end she can't stop her fate.

They... they have to do something about this.]

[stanbyme]

[Even if he watches what they did to that little girl, Stan kneels down on Mabel's level and holds her tight and makes sure that she doesn't see it. He feels sick to his stomach. But Leia was right, Mabel needs him right now.

As soon as it's done, he picks her up and beelines for the exit.]

Don't look, sweetie. I'll tell you when it's safe to look.

[scrapplinghook]

[Even if Mabel can't see it, she can still hear what's happening. And god, she's been sick before; colds and stuff, eating too much candy or junk food.... but her stomach has never turned over itself like this, and she can't fight a nauseous groan.]

I think I'm gunna be sick....

[stanbyme]

[BEELINING FASTER

He puts her down in the portrait gallery and makes sure to put himself between her and looking back into the room.]

cw: emeto ment

[bayoublues]

[Oh God. Oh Jesus. Oh, shit.

He quickly tears his eyes from the stage and starts gagging. His brain...his brain felt like mush. Nothing made sense anymore. Just last week, he had helped her make fish and chips. And now, she was....

He squeezes his eyes shut. Home. They all need to go home before this gets any worse.]

[angelgoatdemon]

[He makes the mistake of watching every second of it, hoping something would save Jane the last minute.

It doesn't save her, and the final splash is what leaves him to freeze up, unable to look away from the curtain.]

[sorrydoods]

[Soos tried forcing himself to watch the execution. He's one of the reasons it's happening, he probably supposed to watch it happen.

But...hearing Jane's screams...he can't take it.

He falls to his knees, clutching his chest. He can barely breath before suddenly...it's over.

He wants to scream, but...he doesn't think he can.

Eventually, he'll get up and go back in the portrait room, not looking anyone in the eye.]

[bestchefinparis]

[This is cruel. Too cruel. So unnecessary.

Rémy can't bring himself to see once Jane starts ascending, but he can hear everything. As soon as something splats on the floor, he turns around and flees]

[tanukey]

[Quietly, but with feeling-]

Holy shit, dude.

[psychopinesis]

[What the fuck did he just watch.

What the fuck Randall?

Would that have happened to the people who volunteered to take her place?

He's just going to sit on the floor for a minute because he feels too sick to go anywhere right now thanks.]