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

[darthfanboy]

Ah, yes. The grifter has chimed in.

[stanbyme]

Kid, if you think that nickname's gonna hurt my feelings, you're gonna be disappointed.

[darthfanboy]

I’m not out to upset you. I’m simply telling you how much I respect your opinion.

[those angry eyes that were focused on randy? yeah they’re kind of @ you now, stan.]

[sentree]

[ to Stan: ] Hey, buddy. Maybe don't antagonize him?

[stanbyme]

[Buddy unless you're lifting him off the ground with that hairy eyeball, it's still not really gonna faze him.]

You're a grownup, I don't gotta earn your approval to marry your ma. Thought I'd try and point out it looks like you're having an aneurysm, but you want me to keep my mouth shut, sure, whatever.

[darthfanboy]

[Kylo brushes off Sally, his eyes flaring up, and he turns back towards Stan.]

I never said you have to earn my approval. But that it would perhaps be wise of you to not involve yourself with my bloodline, da-

[...sharp. sharp inhale.]

[sentree]

[ A little more forcibly to both of them: ] Maybe save this for after we've figured out how to get out of this mess?

[lusito]

[... wow never mind rod and randy's gay drama, this is where the real drama is at]

[darnsitall]

[stanbyme]

[Dead-ass silence falls in the wake of Ben almost calling him "Dad." From one man with daddy issues to another, it's a heavy yoke, even when it's hanging half-said in the air.

It's enough to snap him out of his frustration, anyway.]

Look, we got bigger fish to fry, here. Leia's off in the group that went and followed Fakey Mouse over there - if we don't get outta here, neither of us are gonna see her again. So we call a truce for now and...deal with it later. Alright?

[Look, he's even offering a handshake of truce.]

[darthfanboy]

I wasn't planning on seeing her again.

[just. stares at his hand.]

[stanbyme]

Well, I am.

[And with the jist of the shotgun talk clear as a bell.]

I know I'm older than her, it ain't too likely I'm gonna outlive her in the end. But I wanna give her the best years I got left. And none of us are gonna have any years left if we don't fix this mess!

Play-doh over there said he left the group he was with for dead. You don't want me to hurt her? Then help me save her.

[Just. Sticks the hand out again.]

1/3

[darthfanboy]

["You like me because I'm a scoundrel. There aren't enough scoundrels in your life."

"I happen to like nice men."

"I'm nice men."]

...I see my father in you.

[He grimaces, shaking Stan's hand. He keeps his attention focused on the hand. Not his in-law.]

And I plan on doing what he would want me to do for once.

[darthfanboy]

[Reconnecting himself to the Force is a painful experience. He sees the things his mother's done, recently. He sees what he will do. The First Order. Snoke. Rey. Luke. A pair of lonely dice fading from his hands.

Those new memories. Things he hadn't done, but things that he...had done. It's difficult to come with terms with that. He had prepared himself for a new life, one with...

Well, that possibility vanished. Not when she said no. But when the Force told him that he would become something worse. He couldn't become that.

"Please, if anything, take my death as an opportunity to reach inside you and find the kind man I know is behind that mask. Show the others the kindness that I would, and you will see how much better things could be."

He wanted things to be better. He'd make them better.]

Tell her that I'm sorry for who I became.

[He lets go with Stan's hand with intensity, turning it towards Tcherno, who is lifted up into the air and smashed him into the wall.

It takes all of his concentration, and he lets out a guttural scream.]

[hasagun]

[...Only for that scream to be silenced.

Kylo's face goes blue, and he seems to suffocate where he stands. And Bill lets out a laugh, pulling his own fingers closer together..]

BE CAREFUL NOT TO CHOKE ON YOUR ASPIRATIONS. AM I RIGHT? THAT WAS THE LINE?

[...and his body drops to the floor lifelessly.]

HEY. IN-LAWS. CAN'T LIVE WITH 'EM, CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT 'EM.

[sixfingeredstan]

[SIDEBAR TIME just gonna tug Stan off to the side real quick.]

By the way. The kid kind of...asked me to pass on the shotgun talk to you yesterday.

[stanbyme]

Now ain't really the time to play Telephone, Stanford.

[sixfingeredstan]

I just—listen. He told me to let you know that...that if any harm comes to Leia, he'll repay it threefold. That he'll be able to feel it. That's all, just.

Thought it bore repeating.

[stanbyme]

...I already hurt her more than I ever wanted to in that stupid ritual. Right now I just... wanna live long enough to see her again.

[sixfingeredstan]

Then you can do right by the both of them. I know you will.

[darnsitall]

[gently takes Kylo by the shoulders and turns him back towards Randy]

[fairlypushy]

Kylo, I didn't drag your sorry [behind] out of bondage for you to not focus!

[darthfanboy]

[MAYBE HE DIDN'T WANT TO BE DRAGGED OUT OF BONDAGE]

[fairlypushy]

[YEAH WELL SHE DIDN'T WANT TO DRAG YOU OUT OF IT BUT YOU'RE HERE NOW SO FOCUS]

[hasagun]

[oh whoops you guys have bill's attention now. he was really into this gay drama but this?

he's watching. very. carefully. :)]