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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[scrapplinghook]

[Mabel gets how this stuff works by now, and stretches her arms out so Leia can see her sweater: while she switched sweaters up every few days since the sewing room opened, all week she's been wearing a rainbow-colored one. Kind of in honor of Freddie and Ariel???

... And of course it being rainbow-striped means one band near the top is very clearly red.]

[hasit]

[Alright, well, there's something. Leia purses her lips, and tugs a little at Mabel's sweater, checking for tears or holes or anything like that.]

[scrapplinghook]

[Mabel lets out a sound like a kitten grabbed by the scruff of its neck, but doesn't protest otherwise!]

It's nice, right?? I had one just like it back home!

[It's nice, yes, and none of the red threads are torn or frayed. So, clear!]

[hasit]

It's very cute, sweetheart.

[Leia breathes a silent sigh of relief when she doesn't find anything amiss on Mabel's sweater.]

You're all set.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[Oh thank god that would've fucked with her so bad.]