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]

[Leia turns to look at Allene, hollow-eyed and utterly grief-stricken.]

Did we not just watch the same thing?

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Okay, yeah, and I get that and that was... extremely bad. But! They're literally a door away now! We can just get them.

[hasit]

[Slowly, Leia nods. She understands, she gets it, but...

She's never going to forget that as long as she lives.]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[...she's really not good at emotions erm.]

You could punch me for attacking Stan, if that helps?

[hasit]

[hey allene

you know what mom could use




a hug]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[what's that can you eat it]

Or, you know, I could just. Get closer and then I'll put my arms around you and we can decide from there if you want to punch or just rest there? How's that sound?

[hasit]

[Leia nods, and then as soon as Allene gets close enough, she's just gonna. Give her a hug. A very strong hug for a woman her size.

Congrats, Allene. Leia never adopted you, so you got to live!]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[oh okay, this is happening. She hugs her back with no small amount of affection, just trying to support this old woman who's been through so much.

She should've done more but. Maybe this will help.]

[hasit]

[This is enough. It's enough, for now, until she can see her family again. Stan, and Mabel, and all the kids she'd started to think of as her own. Jyn.]