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

[upgradeit]

[. . . reluctantly removes Marco's hoodie, which is red, for inspection. He's wearing the sweater Mabel made him under it, which is red and pink, so he takes that off too. It leaves him in a red t-shirt that has some sort of robot on the front.

This is fine, probably.]

[hasit]

[Jesus, Marco, switch it up a little would you?

Does any of it have rips or tears?]

[upgradeit]

[He only has the one set of clothes, Space Mom.

None of the clothing is ripped, but that shirt has seen better days. Do not wear the same t-shirt for two months running when it's already old because it was probably your older sibling's to begin with, fam. Don't do it.]

[hasit]

[wosh uself hiro damn.]

You're good to go, Hiro.

[upgradeit]

I still maintain that I would have killed Gaston, if I was going to be stupid and break my promise to Marco.

[just so we're clear where he stands on this issue]

[hasit]

I know, dear.

[not_over_yet]

...And would likely have known better than to go correcting my assumptions regarding the blood.

[ a smart gremlin stab-child ]

[upgradeit]

Well, maybe. I definitely would have let you go on a lot longer annoying everyone if I did it.