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

[prayerwheel]

[ blinks ]

Oh dear...did Graveryl break?

[darkova]

It did... but I find myself less upset then I thought I would be. 'Twas but a copy of something from my past. I have no regrets using it to forge something new.

[prayerwheel]

Forge...something new? What do you plan on making?

[ hm ]

[darkova]

I'm not sure yet. But-

[He picks up the battered spear]

My half-sister, Gwendolyn, had a psyher spear.

[prayerwheel]

[ looks at her broken lance

looks at the gem

looks at Ingway

is he...giving this to her...? ]

[darkova]

[He tilts his head, smiling]

If you think you could make use of such a thing.

[prayerwheel]

[ she looks stunned for a second before smiling at him again, no less brightly. ]

...thank you. I'm honored.

[ a beat, and then that mischievous look reappears ]

Giving a lady you quite fancy a precious gemstone...you know what that implies, don't you?

[darkova]

[He blushes, turning the stone's twin over and over in his hands]

Especially when you make it a pair? Hmm... I wouldn't know. The culture of this world is still so strange to me...

[Bullshit]

[prayerwheel]

Shall I make it clearer, then?

[ she knows his bullshitting tone by now, but

She tugs him closer by the collar of his cape ]

Are you asking me to be your wife, Ingway?

[darkova]

...

If my lady would have me.

1/3

[prayerwheel]

[ Oh. Huh.

She was joking, really?

So when she hears this she almost drops the stone. ]

2/3

[prayerwheel]

[ She's remembering that conversation she had with John, after he turned her down.

"What would make me happiest is seeing you find something that makes you happy."

"Realistically speaking, I doubt that's going to happen."

Ah, she really needs to apologize to him now, doesn't she? It's an entirely foreign feeling, one she hasn't felt in ten long, long years.

Is this what genuine happiness actually feels like? ]

[prayerwheel]

[ It's weird and it's making it hard for her to breathe because she feels like all the wind got knocked out of her and her hands are getting sweaty and she might drop the gem for real and she tries to answer but a string of wordless syllables just end up coming out of her mouth-- ]

...yes.

[ It comes out as the quietest whisper, so she clears her throat and readjusts her grip on the gem, holding it close to her chest. ]

Yes. Yes, yes...!

[darkova]

[A proposal hadn't been his intent with the stone- but the moment she asked, even if was meant in jest...

Well, something in him whispered: yes, yes that is what I want.]

Ah... I never could have predicted this...

[He's gonna wipe his face and move to embrace her.]

[oceanicbutterfly]

Excuse me. I don't mean to interrupt, but...

[Oh hey it's Karen and she's holding up a key for some reason?]

[darkova]

...o-oh, Karen?

[He's blushing, Awwww]

A key?

[prayerwheel]

[ azura just

stiffens up because gdi Karen they're having a moment but then it hits her ]

Y-Your cuff!

[oceanicbutterfly]

I've... actually had it all week. I didn't realize what it was for until now.

[darkova]

[Ingway gives a startled laugh and holds out his hand]

If you could?

[oceanicbutterfly]

Of course.

[click-click!

You're a free elf, Ingway.]

[darkova]

[He rotates his wrist- and it's clear it's stiff and sore. But his smile is bright as he reaches out to squeeze her shoulder]

Thank you, my friend.

[oceanicbutterfly]

Anytime.

[Well, actually, just this once, but shhh.]

[prayerwheel]

[ IMMEDIATELY TAKING A LOOK AT HIS HAND

did he fuck it up or no ]

[darkova]

[The skin is dry and bruised and the tendons very stiff- but nothing that won't heal with a brace and some self-care. that feel when your bf gave his dumbass self corpal tunnel]

[prayerwheel]

[ sighs ]

You did push yourself too much. I'll heal what I can, but I think you're going to need some sort of brace.