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]

But it's not...there aren't any rips or anything, right?

[She's staring at him so beseechingly she's getting a little bit of tunnel vision. She just...doesn't want to embrace this possibility at all???]

[stanbyme]

...Well, I mean, I had it out at sea with me fighting monsters...

[Glances at Louis checking the beanie]

It's taken some pretty rough beatings...

[hasit]

[All at once she snatches up the piece of yarn and brings it over so she can compare it to the hat.]

It's a match, Stanley. Why is it a match.

[stanbyme]

Honey-

[hasit]

Tell me, Stan. Why is it a match?

[Ah yes look she's on the verge of tears and she's definitely angry. All she needs to hear is that he has a logical explanation for all this—]

[not_over_yet]

[ ...Fucking hell, he's been discounting the Pines, all of them, since first trial? Why you gotta go and make him this degree of wrong, it's rude is what it is. ]

[sorrydoods]

S-Stan?

[please no please no please no please dear God no]

[scrapplinghook]

[... yeah, mabel's just staring at stan in horror now.]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

That's real convenient, huh?

[Scratching huge lines into her podium.]

[bayoublues]

[I'm so sorry, Leia.]