RECORDING 6: THE SECOND TRIAL.

[foundationmods]

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

Comments

[noneforall]

[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.

[kaliedoscopes]

[ 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.

[noneforall]

[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.

[kaliedoscopes]

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. ]

[noneforall]

[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.

[kaliedoscopes]

[ 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.

[noneforall]

[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.]