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!)

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[sentree]

[ What would she have given to receive a letter like this. What would she have traded, to have looked for her mother and received this, instead of just a gravestone and an obituary. Something that said she mattered. Forget something from her father, the one actually still alive, who she's given up receiving any kind of affection from--

Thalia realizes with a start that a tear almost stains the letter, instead landing on her- shaking? why is it shaking, she doesn't even know him-

shaking hand. She pulls her face back, so she doesn't splash this letter to someone she doesn't even know, who she envies, and sucks in a deep, shuddering breath. She can't give this to Stan right now, to give to this man's son. Not when the man is grieving and in shock. But she folds the letter and closes Fiddleford's eyes with that shaking hand, and whispers a soft promise: ]

Your son will receive this letter. If I have to track him down myself, I will. I swear on the River Styx.