WEEK 2 - TRIAL

[foundationmods]

TRIAL

The morning seemed so far away yesterday - yet, it also seems too soon when morning comes and you are all yet again ushered to the third floor by The Lady. The Captain is there, in all of his....glory? It's hard to tell.

The doors close, and he speaks up, this time reclining on one of the couches in the room.

"You know the drill - Since one of you have died during the game, it's your responsibility to try and vote someone out. You have six hours to talk about it, but then-"

He taps on a box on the coffee table in front of him, labeled 'VOTES'.

"-you'll have to put in your vote so someone can be punished. You all saw what happens when you refuse to play, right?"

He leans back, placing his hands behind his head.

"So get to it."

As he says that, music begins to play in the room...


VICTIM: YOSHI NANASE

27 GUESTS REMAIN.

Comments

[latebluemer]

He'd be stupid enough to follow a puppy coming through his door on a Thursday night, wouldn't he?

[I'm sorry Nanashi she's just going around calling you names left and right but look.]

[dolleyed]

... yep.

[resortghosts]

[Someone's trying to catch her hand. Their grip is shaky.]

[latebluemer]

[She jumps a little, but relaxes and lets her hand be caught.]

Hello? Um... Once for Appy-kun, twice for the Medic, three times for Granz-san, four times for... for Nanashi.

[They really are going to need a better system if this keeps happening, RIP but literally.]

[resortghosts]

[It's four.

And then she will feel someone quite short give her a tight and trembling hug.]

[latebluemer]

[She freezes for a moment but then puts her arms up and hugs him back fiercely.]

Nanashi... Are you trying to tell us something?

[resortghosts]

[She'll be able to feel him shaking his head from side to side. But the hug remains tight.]

[latebluemer]

[She's quiet for a moment, composing herself. Tamping down emotions. Staying in the hug, though. Her voice is still tight when she speaks again.]

It's fine. We'll figure it out. We'll make them regret targeting you. [...] I'll make them regret it.

[resortghosts]

[A nod. The ghost releases her...

And then gives two pats on the shoulder encouragingly.]

[latebluemer]

[Her laugh is a little shaky, but it's there. She reaches up to about where the ghost's shoulder is now that he's moved and gives it a quick squeeze, too.]