Seventh Trial

[candlelightsflicker]

[Once again the stretching room descends and the Hatbox Ghost seems impatient.]

Ugh where's that Serling guy's stupid death elevator when you need it? This is taking forever.

[But soon enough you arrive in the trial room, now with Freddie and Jyn's voodoo dolls on their podiums. And your 100% new friend Hatbox Ghost is there too!] 

If you guys don't all die next week, I'm installing the death elevator.

[TRIAL START]

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[kickbuttseatnuts]

[There's a monster here and she knows it. They're all monsters, all stupid lousy humans who destroy everything they touch, ruin all hopes and dream, eliminate all that is good and wonderful in this horrible universe.

She'd been considering ending the trial early with a distraction, regardless of who died and who did it. Fuck Randy and his stupid trials. She's got paint thinner under her jacket and everything. But now she had to know. She needed to know who did it. The escape plan paled in the face of this death.

They were supposed to escape together.

So she's scratches anxiously at the podium, looking from person to person, going through all their faults and motivations in her mind. Would they...? Maybe...?]

...If you confess now, whoever you are, I won't claw your heart out of your f%$#ing chest and eat it. For sustenance.

[not_over_yet]

[ ...Maybe now's the time to bring this up, rather than when the culprit's found out. ]

Miss Green. Once we sort this one out, before you attempt anything rash--do at least ask yourself who is best capable to dole out the worse punishment: you or... [ Does he keep humoring Randy? Hm. ] ...that fellow.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Me.

[candlelightsflicker]

It’s me. It’s fine.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Hatty, don't you take this from me.

[candlelightsflicker]

If you wanna beat them to death, by all means. But I’m holding you to that.

[not_over_yet]

...

[ S H R U G ] If you're quite certain, I suppose.