Week 3, Saturday

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This time, when everyone files into the studio, they aren't escorted to their seats. Instead, they are sent to podiums up on the stage arrange in a semi-circle. Everyone can see each other, and everyone is also visible to the cameras. Off to stage right is a jury box with 12 prinnies in it, all in various states of 'fancy dress'. One is wearing a suit top, another a blouse, one a huge Colonial-era wig. To stage left at box 0 is Dazai's seat, where he will be spending most of the trial, but he will get up to move around at times. And in the very center is a picture of Aqua. Once everyone is in their spots, one of the prinnies will hit a gavel against the podium in front of it, signaling the start of the trial.

It's time to find Aqua's killer.


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[visionem]

That is probably a better description than the one you gave me yesterday, Nora.

[ ...absolutely self deprecating here but what can you do. ]

[houndumb]

... It was that bad, huh.

[Did you want a dash of self-deprecation in return for your self-deprecation, did you even know dog was capable of this, because have it anyway.

There's been plenty going on during the confrontation, enough for the others to sort out a few of the details -- and Nora doesn't even register most of it, letting it filter down and through everything else slowly, simmering with the magic that he's pulling back a little. Finally.]

Are you still treating everyone equally, d'you think?

[visionem]

...yes.

[ Box and dog are learning all kinds of things about each other today. ]

I try not to show favoritism, but I do have favorites. It is a very peculiar and unbecoming vice for someone like me to have.

[houndumb]

[...]

I told you I really sucked at it.

[What's an apology, honestly?? That's the closest thing you're getting at this point. Who knows how they got here.]

Yeah, well, I'm a demon, we're all about vice. Apparently. [there's a scoff, like he's remembering something he'd really rather not deal with at the moment] So too bad, I don't get what you're talking about. But...

I'm still not goin' to accept that answer either way.

[There's a brief flash of magic again, like the demon dog engine turning over a little, but he doesn't attack again. Just stares, stubborn as a wall.]

[visionem]

So are humans. And Septentriones.

[ Since stuff has calmed down he's resuming his humanoid form with a pop, opting to sit on his podium, knees drawn to his chest. With a long sigh- ]

I am not treating everyone equally.

[houndumb]

Septen...

[Yeah there's no way he's getting through that word on the first try. Maybe someday.

Nora grouchily positions himself against a nearby podium (RIP whoever is between them, which is luckily just Karen and Moriarty and Karen is gone so well. He stares at the floor some more because apparently that's the in thing right now.]

And 'course you're not. That ain't the answer I meant, anyway.

[It's the other answer, the one that started this whole mess. Surprise, dog can have long-term conversations.]

[visionem]

[ That is more than fair, and he understands. Alcor's just going to periodically scan the atmosphere around them. He's definitely keeping an eye on what's going on with Sandy, though.

Ah, that one. ]

It is not easy to surmise. But to attempt to put it succinctly...I was tired of only observing. I ended that part of my existence a while ago, but I have neglected it until now.

[houndumb]

[At least he'll remember the word. Let it bounce around for a while in there, and hopefully not mangle it, all things considered. There's a lot going on but Nora is focused for the moment -- he's got his spear in hand and that's enough for now.]

So you couldn't sit back an' do nothing, either. That's...

[How do you say same hat when you've barely ever worn any other hat than your own? Who the fuck knows. Nora's going to crash through this one, same as anything else.]

I hated this stupid motive too, you know?

[That's as far as he's going to take that. There's a lot of things tangled up in it, but Nora isn't going to examine any of them, because now is not the time for it. He's just going to put that out there anyway and then pretend he didn't, glaring at his spear as he spins it round and round.]

[visionem]

[ ...I mean same hat again. Alcor is Alcor and he is a unique existence even as far as the multiuniverse and parallel worlds go. ]

...it would not be true if I said I moved for that reason alone. But it was a potent reminder of the responsibility I accepted not too long ago.

[houndumb]

[Sometimes hats just happen. Nora slants him a half-curious and half-confused look.]

'Course you're a scheming one.

[It doesn't quite sound like an insult at this point.]

What, didja get a new job or something...

[visionem]

[ He smiles at it regardless. ]

I did, yes.

[houndumb]

[He grumbles a little bit because he's still loathe to accept Alcor smiles at face value at this point in trial disaster land but it's fine.]

So? What's the deal?

[visionem]

[ Maybe one day nora will acquire box's guide to smiles. Alcor pauses for a moment before answering. ]

If you truly wish to know, I will tell you Nora. But not here.

[houndumb]

[He'd probably still end up misreading it because legit what is social understanding and interaction but it's better than nothing. There's a cock of his head like a dog that's heard a whistle before he makes a grumbling sound.]

... Fine. Later, then.

[They still have a whole mess of things to attend to, and he's not looking forward to any of it, but at least there's some kind of resolution here. Maybe. There's enough to move forward for the moment.]