Third Trial (for real this time)

[rech]

[You're starting to get used to this routine, even if the deaths still might be taking a toll on you.

The floor descends once more as Randall does 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 once more and opens to the trial room. As usual, Jane and Mr Arrow's podium now has a lit candle and a voodoo doll of themselves resting on top.

Randall is already standing in the middle circle, this time sans Facilier head.]

All good things must come to an end. I must say I'm going to miss that party.

[TRIAL START!]

Comments

[nachosquire]

You're an eight at best!

[angelgoatdemon]

[Whistles. Wrow]

[tanukey]

...what's that out of, like what kinda scale are we talking?

[nachosquire]

.......twelve? I guess?

[look at him he has a ponytail and a chiseled jaw]

[tanukey]

[Looks at Gaston. Looks at Marco.]

[Considers this for a moment.]

...eh, you all tend to look alike to me, but I'm pretty sure you could do better, kid.

[nachosquire]

Look, all I'm saying is that he's a jerk but he's a jerk who kind of looks like a Hollywood actor, okay.

But he's definitely not a twelve.

[athleticallyinclined]

Seven.

[tanukey]

-hundred? I'm not gonna argue, but that's kind of an arbitrary scale.

[nachosquire]

...do you know how to count?