thefoundation | RECORDING 6: THE SECOND TRIAL.

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round 5

RECORDING 6: THE SECOND TRIAL.

The worst has happened... and now you're all here, in the living room where you first met Todd. As all of you enter, the Vessel is there - Olympia, staring balefully at you in all of her robotic glory.

On one of the tables away from the center is a small enclosed box entitled 'VOTES', with slips of paper nearby and a pen. It's sufficiently away from what will be the 'main' action, but not enough to really give anyone complete privacy as they vote.

Once everyone is inside, the doors automatically shut and lock themselves, leaving you trapped in here with the Vessel...and each other.

One of you is a murderer...however, in this game, the guilty do not need to be voted out. As long as there are enough people voted out that matches the victims...then it will be accepted.

...But, can you really let someone get away with murder...?

The choice...is up to you.

VICTIM: JACK MORRISON
PEOPLE TO VOTE OUT: 1

WEEK 2 VOTING

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Haha. Eyeball still in working order?

[Academic curiosity, but real curiosity, too. He'll even crouch down!

Have you become one-eyed like Date.]

[ Y'know what Subete. ]

I'm not sure. But there's an easy to find out. [ Gonna just grab Subete's arm, his right eye still very much red, whole, and functional in memory reading. ]

You--

[His eyes widen -- he had his shield up but his guard down, so Hikage is at least partially inside it, which means that with the scant distance he doesn't quite react in time.

Hope Hikage is ready for some extra headache, because he gets this blasted all the way across his consciousness, distorted somehow, sewn through with lines of static as though the memory itself is somehow unstable or fractured.]

[The contact is over almost before it begins, when Subete's supernatural reflexes overtake his physical ones and Hikage is propelled out of the shield kind of like an unfortunate seed pod. There he goes.............]

[ It's fine, it's fine because today is just the day of a million headaches. Unlike with Flayn, Hikage wasn't really reaching for anything in particular so this is all instinctual and happenstance the whole way down.

And what a way down it is. Whether he's used to reading memories or not, he's decidedly not used to them having bursts of static like this, and he's sure as hell not used to being thrown in the middle of a memory dive. His last reads were a little more willing, or at the least more polite. So for the second time in a matter of hours he yells, though this is more out of shock as he gets tossed several feet away. His head and mind are really going to be a mess today. ]

[ ............................... ]

You were cute when you were young. The girl too... [ He trails off, sitting up despite everything that's happened in such a short burst of time, hand running through his bangs with a lopsided smile. Maybe he's really been knocked silly at this point. ]

[....................... what in the absolute and genuine fuck, fam]

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[He's so actually startled by the mood whiplash that he almost forgets what's going on. Very almost! Momentarily!! That and the yell was kind of satisfying and he should have yeeted him farther, but it's pretty good for the equivalent of a kneejerk reaction. Anyway.

Anyway. More importantly:]

That's none of your business!! Maia isn't--

[Ah. That's probably the first time he's raised his voice since he came here. He doesn't even know what exactly the guy saw but that, too, is his kneejerk reaction. Oops.]

[Stop. Stop. Rewind. Retract.

For once, it's almost visible when he tucks things away again, somewhere behind coldness and the hand he's now literally raised to the left side of his face dramatically like some kind of chuuni or something.

It's only a moment, but his tone is remarkably even when he speaks back up.]

I don't know what you saw, or what you think you saw, but it doesn't matter right now. I'm not interested in dealing with this here.

[His eyes narrow, though.]

Don't think you're off the hook, though.

Maia? Maia. [ He says it twice slowly, tasting it on his tongue, his eyes fluttering closed. They reopen momentarily, his right still that unnatural cherry red. ]

Well, I think so. [ Again with the repetition and the same casual proclamation despite the situation. His smile hasn't budged, but it has relaxed into something smooth, almost carefree. ]

[ And then with a sigh he huffs, tucking something of his own away as red fades to purple. ]

I'd hope not, this trial has gone on too long already. [ Is he inferring that he could totally see Subete having a real go at him? Maybe, because he can't even be properly annoyed about being tossed considering. ]

[Honestly, for a second there, for all his posturing he looks to be about ready to put his hackles right back up again just at the mere mention of Maia's name--]

[... But then, well, apparently he remembers he's talking to a guy who just took two knocks to the head and a laser beam; or just a guy who thinks monkeys are apparently the most fascinating thing since rainbows and sliced bread. All of the tension kind of deflates, anyway.

There goes the drama!! He even puts his hand down with a huff. His glare isn't any less murderous, but.]

I'd throw another robot at your head if I thought it'd be worth it.

[What kind of threat is that. Apparently one he's going to stick with.......]

[ ty subete for not going for the hat trick. the drama can keep for another time when there's not a waterfall of tears going on somewhere nearby. ]

...where are you going to get another one? [ important questions to ask as they're back to the usual, even with the murderous glare. ]

[For all his fashion faults he tends to avoid hats, possibly because they'd mess with his disaster of a hairdo (it might be a blessing in disguise, somewhat literally, but it's not a blessing that will come to them any time soon). And for all his tendency to do his own thing even when there's stuff on fire or sad waterfalls of some kind in the background... He really would rather take a step back here.]

... I'm resourceful. There's plenty of material here. I'd find a way.

[Nominally back to the usual it is, even if there remains a slight edge to his voice, a darkness in his stare.]

So you'd better keep your hands and everything else to yourself.

[ Resourceful, huh? Hikage glances around at the scene outside of the now singular shield bubble, eyeing the resources around them in whatever shape they come in, though he has some ideas. After a beat he exhales, redirecting his gaze at Subete and plopping his chin onto his hand. ]

Yeah you are, aren't you? [ Rhetorical and confident. ]

I'm not that type, you know. At least until something catches my eye, then it's a little difficult to behave.

[His eyes narrow briefly at the not-quite-challenge, or that's what he takes it as, because everything is prickling at his guard right now; whether metaphorically or literally. One is a whole lot more pressing than the other. Still... there's less surprise than there might be, considering this has been some part of their song and dance for a while.]

If you know that much, then you know I'm serious.

[About the robot? Maybe? Or maybe everything else? There is so much going on here.]

You keep your eyes to yourself, too. [that's more of a rhetorical grumble] I thought you were at least the type who could learn a lesson or two.

Mmhmm. [ For as lackadaisical of an answer as it is, and for as much as his posture is loose and lax, his gaze is as sharp as ever. There are so many parts, pieces, and shards that only catch the light in an environment like this one. ]

It's a little too late for that, but you're not wrong. You're not exactly right either, though. [ This is a continuation of their song and dance, but with an added note, a bright chord of veracity unlike any others before. ]

[Maybe it's the miasma-light, maybe it's just the gloomy light of old spaces that dig out old things, but that's the kind of look that gets his blood up when it's directed straight at him. It's a good thing he's managed to put some distance between them already in several senses, because this still isn't the time nor place.

He gathers himself a little behind his unwavering barrier; it's still too bright and covered in too many kanji, but it doesn't at all impede his ability to hear.]

Still the type to bull through when it suits you. I see. [an exhale, which is pretty much a sigh] Try not to get incinerated by another ghost before I'm through with you.

[ In some way that might be part of it too, it's no secret that he has an attraction to shiny, colorful things, and though that usually doesn't apply to illuminated kanji or barriers, nothing about this is typical. His continued blitheful disposition in spite of everything that's going on here is further evidence of that. ]

Don't worry, I'll save myself for you.

[He's already turning away now -- they have at least one or two other things to be dealing with this trial, still, despite their rather lengthy detour -- but Subete pauses again at the too-casual declaration. For a second his fingers twitch, like he's contemplating just yeeting Hikage again until his dialogue improves.

It's a near thing, but he doesn't. Sometimes turning something off and on again needs to wait.

There is an actual sigh as he finally removes himself, gusty.]

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