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

[darnsitall]

[frantically papping Ford on the shoulder please!! shoot!! him!!]

[sixfingeredstan]

Should—

[He raises the gun hesitantly.]

Should I just?

[darnsitall]

[pap pap pap pap PAP PAP PAP]

[sixfingeredstan]

[OKAY OKAY HE'S

HE'S GONNA SHOOT AT RANDY]

[rech]

[They just kinda. Casually make holes in him? That get filled in with ink.]

You call that a gun?

[sixfingeredstan]

[Welp. He tried.]

You're the one that gave it to me.

[rech]

Cartoon characters don’t die from guns.

[darnsitall]

But it hurt you before! You were swearing about it and everything!

[forgottenfounder]

He's right, at least about that. We're pretty dang resilient.

[stanbyme]

Hey, poindexter, maybe that's why he gave it to ya, cause he knew it wouldn't work on him.

[sixfingeredstan]

I don't see you coming up with any bright ideas, here!

[terribibble]

[sidelong]

He's made of ink, you think that'll work?

[sixfingeredstan]

I shot him before—

[WORTH A SHOT]

[rech]

Yeah, you’re a #^*% for it!

[sixfingeredstan]

Cry me a river.