Week 6, Saturday

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[After a tense night and a quiet morning, everyone will get an email at 11 am. The email comes straight from MC.]

Meet me in the studio at noon.

[It's probably best to follow those instructions.

When they get to the studio, they will find that twelve podiums have been arranged in a semi-circle on the stage. Each person can take whichever one they want, they aren't assigned.

There is the box of prinny jurors once more, but this time the twelve prinnies seated there might look familiar. In addition, there is a new spot next to the prinnies where a single stool behind a small table is left empty.

Given that the seat John used previously is taken up by MC, John looks at the group awkwardly before going to sit on that stool.

It's time to begin the final trial.]

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Comments

[houndumb]

Oh. Well. Fuck. S'better than nothing but we really coulda used the stash, that fucking raccoon probably knew something.

[Why is the wildlife working against them!!!! No, okay, that's probably fairly normal in SCP. After all, everyone was a wildlife last week. SIGH. Here, at a whisper:]

Can ya still change yourself at least.

[darkova]

Aye, as well as use the pooka curse- though if I am forced to do so I will be too exhausted to heal anyone.

[houndumb]

[There's a pause (probably him trying to remember if they have any other healers because his own healing sucks??) before there's just a huff and a nod.]

Eh, close enough. Thanks, I guess.

[And off he goes, ignore that he said thanks for once.]