WEEK 5 MINGLE - AMARANTHUS

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Another trial, another horrible outcome.

This time, it affected so many people...and yet, they still weren't done.
Who would be killed next?
Would they be able...to handle whatever happened?🗈

Still, things were just the same as they had been the past few weeks.

The goats and servants were still around, and so too were the witches.
It was all becoming routine at this point.
Was that a good thing, or a bad one...?
It was...too hard to tell, now...

...Either way, they were now closer to the end.
So, like always...they had to see it through.


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Comments

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He leans in, ready to grab Joey if the crystal ball starts behaving like the books. His eyes remained half-lidded, as the fragments flicker and then rotate, images flickering over]

It feels like if one focuses... something may appear.

[incrediblystressedout]

[Joey focuses, then just kinda...drags her finger along the surface, causing the motes to rotate.]

Aside from looking like a screensaver, I think all these dots are...movies?

[She focuses harder and brings something closer to the surface......]

[It looks like a battlefield in a science fiction movie, flying battleships shooting lasers at each other, artillery going off in the background, and for some reason, two identical people Joey recognizes as trolls lying on top of a...dead clown?]

I am not even going to attempt to understand this one.

[improbablenotimpossible]

...

.................

And I do not believe we need to.

[incrediblystressedout]

You know, if this shows alternate realities, maybe I can Wizard of Oz this and check up on Jude...or at least, like, a version of Jude.

[She scrolls through for a while, images flickering...it seems looking for something that specific is tough to find. She makes a disgruntled noise.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

Nirrti did say the various fragments have differing odds of appearing during our first week here.

[He rest his chin on his hand, idly curious about a few people he know]

[incrediblystressedout]

[Joey spends a few seconds looking at Mickey Mouse in a cloak before deciding she's had enough of this.]

Do you want to drive?

Or...whatever the 1890's version of that metaphor is?

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He nods as he goes to focus, the image appearing of long, industrial-looking hallwas, the flicker in his eyes suggest familiar, then they widen in surprise as several women made entirely of chocolate ran down the halls, with a red-headed girl, a pink-haired girl with glasses, and weirdly dressed people chasing after them.

A man with red hair and a beard peeks out after them, quickly writing something down in a book as he cackles]

Shakespeare?

[incrediblystressedout]

Every part of that made less sense than the last, and then you just finish it off with one word that throws the whole thing for a loop again.

[improbablenotimpossible]

This... would explain why some of the staff looked traumatized when 'chocolate' gets brought up... and I see that man is still obnoxious with his abilities even he isn't forced to be so.

[incrediblystressedout]

I laser beamed off the planet before I needed to read any of his stuff for school...I guess he's magical for the same reason you are?