Week 3, Saturday

[foundationmods]

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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[merirut]

[And when he responds, it's with a smile--twisted and bitter and hollow, all rolled up with something self-destructive.]

...You're right, of course. In the end, I'm just useless to him again... unable to save him, and unable to even act as his spare--I suppose this was fate, after all.

[How pathetic.]

[failsaw]

It isn't fate, it was your fuckin' choice. [This guy's pathetic, but... but it hurts, somewhere in Giriko's pitch-black heart. It's not that she cares about this guy, or his Lucifer, or any of that. It's just that useless, that unable to save that twists inside her like rusty gears. If she'd just---

It pisses her off.]

Congratulations, shithead. You fucked up.

[merirut]

Haha... You're right about that too, of course.

...But it's too late to do anything about it now.