foolishmortals | Sixth Trial

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round 3,
trial

Sixth Trial

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!]

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... You thought they were talking about grauntie Leia?

[Deapite the news that someone marked her door for some weird purpose, she giggles.]

Hey, she might be that before we get outta here!

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You may not know it, but somewhere, a little boy named Kylo Ren is about to have a conniption.

... Who? Why???

[just. turns and looks at the non-visible camera, and completely deadpan:]

It's okay, Ben. I am too.

...I'm sorry, what?

Hets are gross.

[??????]

What do you know about my son?

He made a furry into a cuck.

[Her hands are balled into fists on her podium. This is completely off-topic but she kind of doesn't care right now??]

Speak plainly, damn you!

[...kinda just points down at the ground.]

[Leia just sort of stares

and then goes very pale

and very quiet.]

It's okay. At least he got his first kiss along the way.

[She hates this? She hates this. Thanks Randy.]

[mm. Mmmm.]

...Starshine?

[She's just. Shaking her head, slowly, staring into space.]

[...Alright, Mabel, excuse him for a sec. He’s gonna just. Go over to her and make sure she’s okay.]

Leia? Hey, look at me...

[She blinks, looks up at him, and she's very clearly fighting back tears. She'd thought she had moved on, thought she'd moved past this, but...

She pulls out the photo from Tuesday, still in her breast pocket, and flattens it out on her podium so he can see.]

He was here. He went through this and I...I didn't even know.

[His personal opinions on little mister tiki torch and polo shirt aside... He cups her cheek in his hand and wipes away tears with his big ol’ thumb.]

...You wouldn’t let me blame myself for not knowing about Dipper or Ford. That jerk wants you to blame yourself ‘cause it makes it easier for him to get what he wants outta you.

[If she hugs him he’ll hug her back, but he doesn’t immediately go to pull her in for one yet.]

[She presses her eyes shut for a long moment, willing away the tears, and then leans forward so she can just kind of. Rest her face on his chest.]

I know. You're right.

[Being a mother is a double-edged sword, even when you think you're not really anyone's mother anymore.]

I gotcha. C’mere.

[He wraps his arms around her, one hand between her shoulders and the other sliding to the small of her back.]

I get it.

You wanna come stand with me, or are you gonna be okay?

[She lets herself be surrounded by the grounding presence of Stan's arms; it gives her a chance to get herself together for a moment. When she pulls back, she nods.]

I'll come with you. And Mabel.