Sixth Trial

[rech]

I think I need a new angle for these speeches. Spice things up a little.

[His voice suddenly goes deeper and more ominous.]

Picture of Princess Ariel, a woman with a zest for life up until her untimely death. She was someone who wanted to see the good in most people, and because of that, she was well liked by even some of the most jaded people here. But even then, that couldn’t save her as she left her room today only to find herself trapped in an unending nightmare in… The Randall Rech Zone.

[... Yeah ok then.

As usual, there’s a new voodoo doll for The Beast, Molly, Marco, and Ariel as Randy looks expectantly as the guests.]

What do you think? I want your honest opinions.

[TRIAL START!]

Comments

[stanbyme]

I can’t say my honest opinion in front of kids.

[rech]

And here I thought you'd just make fart noises during it.

[faciliheir]

[... no. not dealing with that shit today.

Freddie just kinda. leans against her podium, a little wobbly. every once in a while, she glances to her side, like she's expecting someone to be there. her breath catches when she sees that's not true anymore.]

[not_over_yet]

[ Mouse climbing up your podium instead of his own, deal with it. ]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

....Not enough pizzazz.

[rech]

I love pizza. We could use more pizza.

Would anyone like pizza?

[not_over_yet]

My review's along the lines of "Randy, never speak again."

[ And... he pauses. Where's Freddie heading this week. He's spending this trial at the podium she takes. ]

[rech]

You've held that opinion for weeks now. Surely you could give me something better than that.

[bayoublues]

Sounds terrible.

[It doesn't, but he doesn't want to give Randall the satisfaction of knowing.]

[rech]

I know. Isn't that lovely?

[astronomics]

You could just say "Go" at this point.

[rech]

Thanks, Average Jyn.

[hasit]

Yes, I think we could dispense with the dramatics altogether.

[mom is here and she's fucking pissed, must be a friday]

[angelgoatdemon]

It feels like you're trying to impress someone. I give it a 6.9

[rech]

Kinky.

evidence? evidence anyone

[bayoublues]

[Louis grips the podium with both hands, looking around at the people that remain. When he glances towards Freddie, he feels a twinge of sympathy towards her. This week has been rough for her.

He doesn't want to think about the fact that more than half of them have died, at this point.]

Right. What evidence did y'all find? The sooner we can get this over with, the better.

[The sooner Freddie can get out of this.]

[astronomics]

I found this on Ariel's bedside table.

[ Holds up Freddie's charm. ]

Nothing else was off about her room.

[not_over_yet]

[ Basil mostly examined the body. ...Actually, maybe taking Freddie's podium was a bad idea, since that's making the dead body discussion feel awkward suddenly. ]

...There was pepper in front of some of our doors. Cayenne pepper, if that makes a difference. I believe Mr. Ramirez examined the hallway as a whole the most, but. Yes, pepper in front of my door, Miss Pines' door, Louis' door, Miss Facilier's door, and Miss Ariel's door.

[sorrydoods]

[Soos is here with a bunch of evidence this time around so he'll start talking.]

Um, I found some stuff. In the hallway, there were two blood trails. I...I think one was from Ariel, but I don't know about the other. It was a smaller, drippier one and it started near Kit's old room.

There was also...a knife, that was in front of Gaston's room. I...I think it's probably the weapon that was used.

And...I think that's it for what I found.

Injury Check!

[not_over_yet]

[ They do need to check for injuries, but. ]

...The ladies may be more comfortable with Leia checking them over?

[ Frankly he's not entirely comfortable being the one to check anyone, but... he kinda wants Lekmet as well checked this time. ]

GET IN HERE LADIES

[hasit]

Certainly. Girls, come on over behind my podium and we can take a look.

[Leia, for her part, has no visible injuries.]

[faciliheir]

[the laugh is loud. the laugh is rough. the laugh is cruel.

and it lasts for a good long while, too. just laughing and laughing, like this is the funniest thing in the world. the sort of laugh where you feel you have to wrap your arms around yourself to keep from falling to pieces.

it dies off into chuckling. just dark little giggles.]

Can't believe this all goes to Hell 'cause a lady looked up my skirt! Nobody'll ever believe me!

[MTB START]

1/?

[angelgoatdemon]

W-What...Wha...

[ WHAT THE HAP IS FUCKENING ]

[faciliheir]

... I set up a ritual. Gave my own blood. Sat my shadow in front of me, put a knife in its hand. And I told it...

[real villains don't cry]

I said, "Kill somebody nobody would miss."

[but Freddie, in her whole life, has never been a real villain.

and it's at this point that she bursts into tears.]

I'm nobody!

[MTB… end]

[hasit]

....

[Leia's hard sinks to somewhere in the vicinity of her feet. She honestly hates being right.

Her voice is very gentle, but very sad.]

I think the number of people in this room trying to prove your innocence proves that you'd be missed.

VOTING

[rech]

All in all, that was pretty gay.

[Randy seems pleased by this turn of events, and speaks with some enthusiasm.]

You all know the drill by now. Time to cast your vote.

[hasit]

[This is the worst? She thinks that every time but it's always true.

Leia casts one long, sad look at Freddie, before pricking her thumb.]

Freddie Faciler.

EXECUTION: Love Is A Magical Mystery

[rech]

...Ladies and gentlemen, you've voted. Now presenting: the new president of the United States of America, Freddie Facilier!

[An obnoxious pop song comes blasting from all corners of the room, working it's ways into everyone's' ears, as the stage is made up to look like the oval office. A terrifying-looking eldritch abomination of an animatronic is sitting at the desk, but after a second or two, it's lit aflame and burns.

It's skin burns off, revealing it's metallic innards, before it and it's tiny hands disintegrate into nothing. Once it's gone (save for a rat-like blonde wig that floats away into the wind, Freddie pops up in it's place.

She looks determined. Nothing is going to stop her from here, even as shadows wrap around her legs and bind her to the chair. The stage swarms with shadows - terrifyingly real ones.

They practically surround the area in darkness, covering it in a terrifying, inky blackness.

Randall doesn't leave the stage. Instead, a shadow floats up to him, handing him a large needle. He chuckles with glee as he takes it, extracting what he needs - a voodoo doll, one that looks terrifyingly like Freddie. He points the needle at the doll, rather theatrically, and the shadows giggle with glee.

Topping off the scene, a banner rolls down in the background: FREDDIE FACILIER PHANTOM MANOR PRESIDENT 2018.

Speaking before the execution is over, a rarity for Randall, he begins to draw the needle towards the doll:]

And now, for your induction into the Hall of Preside-

[He stops. And his eyes widen.

Freddie's arms are free, and she has the wand.

With a final "EAT SHIT, RANDY!", Freddie takes the wand and snaps it.

The stage is engulfed in a large blue explosion.]

[upgradeit]

[quietly:] Ok, that was kind of cool.