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

OH WAIT ONE LAST THING

[fairlypushy]

. . . Someone should go save the jerk outside. I mean. I know he's awful, but we can't just. Leave him here?

[Right? Please say we're not just leaving him here.]

[sentree]

[ oh fuckin' why ]

...I said I'd help soooo, oh fine. I'll go.

[fairlypushy]

I'll go too. If he turns out to be a problem, we'll just . . . tie him up or something.

[sentree]

I'll punch him again. Twice. Just because we're saving him doesn't mean he isn't a jerk.

[keyofimagination]

[Let's just assume Rod closes book before talking to it and looks... slightly miffed. Not at Amanda, but at Preston.]

I... I suppose it would be cruel to leave him like that... but wouldn't it be a fitting eternal punishment for him as well?

[sentree]

No, Roddy. Thinking like that's how you start becoming an asshole immortal.

[keyofimagination]

[Smiles innocently.]

Or it could be the start of becoming a proper Narrator again?

[sentree]

Don't give me that smile. We're still not friends, got it?

[ Just because they had a few moments back there!! And she deeply empathizes with your situation!!! ]

[keyofimagination]

[He frowns.]

Alright fine. I suppose I'm going to need people for the Other Side and just going by myself won't help anyone.

[fairlypushy]

Well. Let me put it this way: we lost like four people just now. He can probably use a gun.

[Just saying.]

[keyofimagination]

[Uuuuuugh]

... I suppose we should cut on the casualties of this war...

[pavlovsdad]

Worse than hearing your endless prat-

[bzzt]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Hi, Dingus!

There's some glass in front of the ticket booth where he's contained. What do you guys wanna do about that?]

[fairlypushy]

[Throws the anvil. Doesn't warn Preston or anything, just fuckin throws it.]

[pavlovsdad]

Wait, wha-

[It smash through the window, covering Preston with sharp glass, giving him just enough time to cover his face in pain before the anvil fucking hits him square in the chest and he is now trapped on the floor, in incredible pain, with various bones broken.

The chain keeps bzzting, over and over.]

[lusito]

... Ohhhh right, I nearly forgot about him.

[are you sure we can't just leave him amanda]

[fairlypushy]

Can you turn on your human caring subroutine on for two seconds, Joshua?

[She knows you have one.]

[lusito]

[The most dramatic gay gasp--]

Amanda, I have been nothing but caring this whole time. Frankly, I'm offended that you would even suggest otherwise.

[fairlypushy]

Yeah, okay. Two seconds was too much to ask.

[hellosalem]

...Which jerk? Kylo?

[fairlypushy]

No, the rich one. Preston.

[hellosalem]

Oh! I was about to say that he looked really dead.

[keyofimagination]

Kylo died. Right in front of you.

[hellosalem]

Yes. It was very attractive.

[keyofimagination]

[... Ok

Rod is just...

Going to step away from her now.]