SIXTH TRIAL

[splitaseam]

[The whole trial thing must feel like the norm to everyone right now, and one can't help but wonder if this will keep happening until everyone has died.

There are three new epitaphs for Star Butterfly, Maui, and Fiddleford.

Here lies Star Butterfly
One of our most toughest girls
Went out with a pretty twirl

Here lies Maui
Claimed to be a great demigod
But it turns out he was a fraud

Here lies Fiddleford McGucket
He tried to wipe his mind
And ended up getting left behind

Well you all know what to do by now, huh?]

Don't spare any of the gory details.

Comments

[whistlenotchirp]

[Yeah what a crummy suit. It even smells weird.]

I don't have to indulge your horsehockey for another second! You're barely part of a real country yet!

[Man still on that anti-non-italian bent.]

[sixfingeredstan]

[He catches a whiff of...something. Frowning, Ford raises that tiny suit jacket to his nose for a sniff test.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[It smells like alcohol.]

[sixfingeredstan]

Holy Moses.

[He lowers his hand.]

You've been boozing. And after all your moralizing.

[whistlenotchirp]

And more random theories from the resident genius!

[sixfingeredstan]

Your jacket is soaked in booze. It's hardly a random theory.

[whistlenotchirp]

Its- wha-

[He freezes.]

...Oh.

[sixfingeredstan]

Yes. 'Oh.'