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

[not_over_yet]

...You played yourself there, I'm afraid. I was rather focused on the obvious magical tint to everything, you realize. Pity you got me so invested in you.

[faciliheir]

Ain't that just a shame.

You were pretty fun 'til I didn't need you anymore.

1/2

[not_over_yet]

...I'm glad. Your company was quite enjoyable, acting or otherwise.

Shame Miss Ariel...

[not_over_yet]

If you were acting all along, why were you going out of your way to court her during the first motive? The curse? The one that left you--what was it, without 90% of your life's memories?

[faciliheir]

Maybe Not Me is a sap.

She was pretty cute. A solid 9. I mean, of all the girls I could've shadow-murdered, I'm glad it was her.

[not_over_yet]

...Your behavior had no changes that week, you were you, simply no memories for how or why you were who you are.

You do remember anything from that week? Yes? No?

[faciliheir]

... Not... really?

[not_over_yet]

...Why would you forget any of it? None of the others forgot their week. I remember mine.

[faciliheir]

'Cause, uh... Insulting my dad kinda... messed me up a little bit... I didn't want...

[not_over_yet]

...Do you remember that week or not?

[faciliheir]

What does any of that even matter?