ENDGAME GROUP 2: The Trial (Log 2)

[hasagun]

[After Remy and Thalia stumble upon Bill’s makeshift trial room, it doesn’t take very long for the others to appear within the trial room. There are podiums set up as per usual, but there’s...really nothing keeping you to using them. The whole place smells terribly of ketchup, and is completely gold, each wal covered in massive tapestries.

There’s also a closed door at the back of the room. Not the way you came in. Guess someone needs to get in and out.]

WELCOME, TO YOUR TRIAL, KIDDOS! I’M NOT SUPER ENTHUSED ‘BOUT THE WHOLE “BURNING DOWN MY GIFT SHOP” THING, BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE PARK ANYWAY! GOTTA HAVE SOME FUN BEFORE YOU DIE!

(ooc: this is the second and final log for group 2 - if you weren’t here for the previous log, feel free to use this as a jumping-in point!)

Comments

[keyofimagination]

What?

[Rod just... stares at all of this. Well fuck their covert operation really didn't work out, did it?]

[hasagun]

DUMBFUCK SAYS WHAT?

[keyofimagination]

[Wow he already wants to punch you but also he's almost positive the only thing that would accomplish is his death.]

What on Earth is this all about? Why are you toying us like this?

[sixfingeredstan]

It's what he does.

[hasagun]

CORRECT! I DON’T HAVE A WHOLE LOTTA INTEREST IN “BLACK MIRROR” OVER HERE, THOUGH. I KNOW SOMEONE WHO DOES, THOUGH!

[keyofimagination]

And that someone would be...?

[fantasmick]

Well, gosh! That’s me!

[...where did mickey come from. why is he up on that podium?]

[keyofimagination]

Mickey? [What.] What are you doing here? I thought you were going to the third group.

[fantasmick]

Oh, don’t worry! I left them to die!

[sixfingeredstan]

[—?????]

What!

[fantasmick]

Yep! As good as dead!

[forgottenfounder]

Wh-What?! Mickey, what are you talking about?!

[darnsitall]

[Hey Ford you can have your gun privileges back now.]

[sixfingeredstan]

[LOOK WHO HAS A GUN NOW BILL

YOU FUCK]

[hasagun]

[IF FORD HAS A GUN

THEN SO WILL I]

[terribibble]

[don't have a shootout in the middle of this trial room]

[keyofimagination]

You what?! Why on earth would you want to leave them to die-

[...]

You... you were working for the villains, weren't you?

[fantasmick]

Nope!

I am one!

[keyofimagination]

But why would... why would you...

[Congrats "Mickey", Rod's at a lost for words.]

1/2

[fantasmick]

[just. carefully. unzips...himself.]

[sixfingeredstan]

I take back my apology for shooting you.

[negaverse]

Well that sure is a plot twist.

[good job on leaving your group to die tho fake mickey]

[sentree]

You- you're kidding me... Wasn't this the guy you were all trying so hard to find?! Wasn't he the one you were counting on, but all along, he was playing us like chumps?!

[keyofimagination]

But Walt wanted to enlist his help. Why would Walt want to bring in someone that is his enemy?

[sentree]

[ The letters feel heavy in her pocket. ]

Oh, gods, Roddy, maybe Walt isn't exactly a good guy himself, have you thought of that?!