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]

Comments

[hasit]

[It's lucky Leia's paying attention, because subtly handing someone a knife when you're bumping into them isn't the safest plan. But she takes it without cutting herself, slipping it into her sleeve, and nods shortly.

Allene must have a plan, and it's more than Leia's got, at the very least.]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[Listen Allene isn't the best at safe plans on a regular day, much less this day.

Now to threaten children, furries, old people, and Soos.]