Third Trial.

[withthemost]

[The Mayor is oddly silent today. Contemplative. It may have something to do with the wallpaper here now being very obviously reinforced. Don’t try to tear it down again, kids. You won’t like what happens.

Both Martin and Alfred’s podiums have been smashed to pieces, one of those might come as a shock if you weren’t around when the other body was found. But in the end, you’ll have to press onwards regardless of how many people have fallen today.]

Trial start.

Comments

[dearboswell]

[Watson smiles at that.]

It'll be alright. I'll still be here, afterwards- like the others. If all else fails, I can talk you through treating other people and giving medication.

[He pauses, and digs into his coat pocket, pulling something out. The way he presses it into Juno's hands makes it seem like something so much more valuable than a mere journal.]

Keep this safe for me, please. When you all get out of here... If there's any way for you to find Holmes, contact him, please do- and give this to him.

If not... Well. Just take care of it for me.

[junosteel]

[Juno flinches when Watson touches him. Once he realizes what he's doing, he grips the notebook tightly in his hands staring down at it in disbelief.]

I'll...you...

...Sorry to get blood all over your notebook.

[It was a poor attempt at humor.]

I'm...I'm sorry.

[dearboswell]

It won't be the first time its gotten blood on it, I assure you.

Thank you, my friend.

[junosteel]

You...

[He lets out a slow, hollow laugh.]

Gotta say, you have some pretty shit taste in friends.

[dearboswell]

Well, you haven't nearly poisoned me by accident or faked your own death, so I think I'm getting better standards.

[junosteel]

[He snorts.]

I did send you to your death, though.