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

VOTING

[withthemost]

I don’t wanna hear any complaints, moral dilemmas, or bitching. You all know whatcha gotta do here, and it’s time to do it.

[dearboswell]

[He writes his name with a flourish, with a hand that doesn't shake and with his jaw set in determination.

Watson's eyes fix on the Mayor.]

So help me God, even if I am to be damned to hell for what I've done, you deserve to be ruined alongside me. You come to our beds on some nights and bring us "gifts"- food, water, clothing- but only if we behave. Only if we play by your rules. You kidnap us, and force us to kill one another, and for what? Amusement? Cruelty?

I killed a man last night. I killed Alfred. But you- were it not for your artificial scarcity, he would still be living today. And were it not for this hellish game, none of our number would be dead.

[Watson knows that his words are falling on deaf ears, but he had to say it before he died. If anyone deserves the blame in this place, it's the Mayor.]

[hydrazine]

...I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

[junosteel]

[Juno hesitates to write down his answer. Eventually, he picks up his pen and writes down a title.]

>The Private Eye

[pegathesis]

[Someone might have to help Twilight put in her vote. She doesn't have to get up to write it in, but...she's still crying. It's debatable she even heard that it's time for voting.]

[montages]

Hey...

[ this is hard for him, too, but prompto walks over to her and gently rests his hand on her head. ]

I...I can do it for you. Is that okay?

[pegathesis]

[Twilight sniffs and nods weakly with his hand still on her head, unable to look at him directly. She isn't going to try to vote incorrectly for the sake of simply not wanting to. She just can't bring herself to do it on her own.]

[montages]

Okay. I got you.

[ he really, really doesn't want to do this. but if he doesn't, it may cost them all their lives. and watson wouldn't want that, as much as it pains prompto to do.

he picks up twilight's pen and writes. ]

The Confidant

[tenrules]

[At first Dlanor does the usual thing. Even if Watson didn't realize he'd be the culprit, he intentionally smothered Alfred, in the context of this place, he murdered on purpose. Finishedfinishedfinished. She writes the title]

>The Confidant

[Die the death! Sentence to death! Great equalizer is the death! She shouts the usual stuff, business as usual.

Afterwards, though, she drops her head and stares into the vote. She really didn't want to vote for him. It's Alfred's fault this all happened. It's really unfortunate there's nothing she can do to save Watson]

[montages]

[ after helping twilight with her vote, prompto will write his own: ]

The Confidant

[howlow]

... Hm. How unfortunate.

[ shrugs ]

"THE CONFIDANT"

[hydrazine]

I can’t wait for the day we kill you again.

> The Confidant

[spiritoso]

[ Kaede has a hard time actually writing down Watson's title, with everything that's just happened finally sinking in.

All of this is so messed up, and it's all the Mayor's fault. Eventually, though, she does manage to write: ]

>The Confidant

[whohastimefortears]

[Cheryl's sort of been in shock since the start of the trial. When she hears it's time to vote, she finally forces herself off the floor and writes down a name with shaking hands.]

>The Confidant

[endlesscrush]

[ It's fine, right? He'll just wake up as a ghost, and eventually...everything will be back to normal...right?

That's how it works, right? ]

> The Confidant

[nightcure]

[ well. this fucking sucks. ]

The Confidant