Week 6, Saturday

[foundationmods]

[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

[iblistriggered]

[HEY sometimes it feels good to be honest]

... Shaking up the status quo?

[failsaw]

Yeah, and saying "fuck you" to the assholes running the world.

[iblistriggered]

Well... We need that here, too. Maybe not as much as we did an hour ago... but still.

[failsaw]

No shit you do. What the fuck did you think I was going to do, run off and not see how this ends?

[iblistriggered]

[Silver just laughs a little, and looks away]

I don't know what I thought... but I've been wrong about a lot today.

[failsaw]

Today has been a piece of work, yeah? But you aren't getting rid of me that easily, spikes.

[iblistriggered]

Haahaaa.... I don't know what I did to deserve it, but I guess I'm stuck with you now...

[he doesn't sound ENTIRELY upset about that??? what have you done chainsawmom]

[failsaw]

[messes with his spikes!!!!! rude!!]

Tch, show some fuckin' gratitude, kid!