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

[houndumb]

Ha, good, 'cause I ain't any good at observin' or whatever and I'm way more interested in giving the stupid Foundation what's coming to 'em than listening to whatever bullshit they've got going this time.

[His head is still tilted, absorbing everything that's happened and Alcor's customary longwindedness and a tacit challenge to the literal trappings of the Foundation itself all in one. A lot might have changed -- more than they know, probably, from their little corner of everything despite being the cause of all of it.

But the Foundation wore out its welcome with him long before anything started at all, and unlike the optimists of the group he really has no faith in the thing. He's more than ready to break out and do his own thing, and the brief appearance of noodle shop didn't go unnoticed either.]

[visionem]

Then we are in agreement. My next goal is to find a group I am more aligned with, one who is not afraid to take risks and who does not value geniality above all else. I think there is an obvious place to start as well, and I can teleport us both away easily. You are free to go wherever you like, of course.

Ah, and in regards to mobility... since we have a contract between us now, I can teleport you to wherever I am instantaneously. [ Snapping his fingers and tele'ing nora one foot closer just for funsies. ]

[houndumb]

Hmph. I guess, an' I don't really know what geniety is all about but if there's someplace better than here -- I mean, anyplace is better than the Foundation but--

[But it seems like he's more or less stumbling his way along to say he'll go with, when Alcor then does his snappy teleporting thing and then there's just offended squawking and Nora patting himself down to make sure all of him came with?? PLS???]

--OI, AT LEAST GIVE A GUY MORE FUCKIN' WARNING THAN THAT!!!

[... so apparently he's just mad about being zapped suddenly? Is it really okay to suddenly get teleported all over the place. Who knows.]

[visionem]

[ Alcor smiles, teleporting himself away out of eyesight. A moment later, Nora will hear Alcor in his mind. ]

Additionally, a telepathetic link has been established between us. It is not constant, only when either of us have need. Ah, and I will be teleporting you to me in: five, four, three, two...

Totally teleporting Nora next to the pool a second early. Careful not to fall in! ]

[houndumb]

What the--

--fuck this is a hell of a lot more complicated than all the last times I had to do a contract and those were a pain already, I mean I guess it's-- G--

-AAH!!

[Trying to deal with a sudden telepathic link sure is something, especially when people WON'T STOP TELEPORTING YOU RANDOMLY THANKS. Nora immediately falls into the pool with the loudest damn SPLOOSH because this is his life, but at least he is: 1. Not a frog and 2. Probably in need of a bath after all that fighting and flailing around. It's fine. Maybe.]

WOULDJA QUIT THAT ALREADY.

[SPLUTTER]

[visionem]

Those were the only additional abilities I needed to relay to you, so of course.

[ This would sound better if he didn't look so amused. ]

Is there anything you would like to show or tell me?