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

[rech]

Yep! Congrats, sport.

[keyofimagination]

[Rod is silent for a long time, horrified that he blindingly listened to someone so evil.

... Then he remembered what Bill said.]

What do you want from me, anyway?

[rech]

I just.

Want you to admit it.

[keyofimagination]

... Admit what?

[sentree]

What is he talking about, Roddy?

[rech]

I want him to stop with the blind idol worship and just admit that Walt was and always will be a piece of shit.

[forgottenfounder]

What... What?

[rech]

He murdered Rod and yet, he’s been dancing and singing his praises forever now!

You’d have to be blind to see it.

[bestchefinparis]

Maybe that's none of your business!

[rech]

I think it’s very much my business.

[forgottenfounder]

Why do you even want him to admit it? what do you get out of it?

[rech]

I hate to see someone praising the man who murdered me.

[terribibble]

Lord, is there anyone of you folks Walt didn't kill?

[Besides Robo-Lincoln. He's playing some catch up with all the evidence here, alright.]

[forgottenfounder]

He...

[Hmmm. That's... He looks back at Rod, then back to Randy.]

That doesn't make sense, why would Walt wanna murder a Toon?

[keyofimagination]

I haven't been singing his praises. I think I've been very upfront with the things he's done.

[darnsitall]

Really, you should have seen them at Thanksgiving dinner.

[rech]

“Ooh, Walt would want us to do this! And this! And that!” Pssh, if it wasn’t for me, you’d still be twiddling your thumbs in an abandoned house, waiting for Walt to come through!

[keyofimagination]

Well what else could I have done? It's not like I have any powers like him that could possibly help the guests get out of the manor!

[rech]

You could have formulated some strategy instead of hunkering down in the desert and worshipping a golden calf.

[sentree]

[ ...Well. That's... Thalia hesitates, glancing at Rod. ]

That so...?

[keyofimagination]

It's not blind hero worship, I can tell you that.

[sentree]

...Alright, but we still are doing all this because you lead us down what Walt had planned, right? Even though he's had some messed up ideas before. What made you think it'd be different this time?

[ Though she speaks urgent and firm, it's without the previous cut or venom she's held with him before. ]

[keyofimagination]

...It was his dying wish. I would be a horrible person myself if I decided to ignore it.

[He doesn't meet Thalia's eyes as he says this.]

[sentree]

I'm not saying that the guy who got us into this mess is right. I'm just saying...dying wish or no, that's a lot of faith to put into a guy who's already done so much wrong.

[ Similarly, she isn't...quite looking at him. ]

Sometimes it pays off...but more often than not, it'll leave a trail of bodies, even if it does.

[keyofimagination]

[He is quiet for a long time.]

I am starting to wonder if this was the best plan we could go with, I suppose.