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

[athleticallyinclined]

[ He gives Basil a Look. ]

Do you wear the same clothing every day of your life, or did you ever stop and consider cleaning it?

I suppose a rat wouldn't know much about personal hygiene...

[not_over_yet]

Ah, so you're a tailor then? None of us arrived with luggage...

[ Possible Gaston got things from the slot machine, but might as well check.

...And his hygiene's fine, part of why his clothing's gotten as rumpled as it has--no tiny irons, washed all the starch out ages ago... ]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ You're not getting anywhere with this, Basil. Maybe it's just not your day. ]

I arrived wearing this.

[not_over_yet]

...

[ yknow what, they're doing injury checks, that's less mind-numbing than trying to talk to Gaston. ]