From the white lights, the darkness comes...

[sageking]

Today's trial was a mixture of regret, anger, guilt, and second-thoughts. Perhaps some people realized that situations and choices weren't to be black or white. However, decisions were made, and whether it'd be through people keeping secrets or causing a ton of chaos...everyone could probably agree on one thing:

They've made their choices and no matter what happened in the coming days, they will lie in the beds they made for themselves. Whatever that should mean for each and every single person still living here.

That being said, there's still new choices to make. In the days to come, what will those be?

Comments

[carbide]

[She watches them go with a sense of what can't really be called satisfaction for a number of reasons, then goes to inspect her fellow robot without a word.]

[reanimania]

[ scrambling to grab those pliers and run back to his robot!! ]

G-good evening, Miss Olympia. Can I help you?

[carbide]

Unlikely.

[An answer having nothing whatsoever to do with the intended meaning of the question, hooray!]

What, exactly, is the purpose of this device?

[reanimania]

[ fffff how does he make this sound like it wasn't specifically to foil the ghosts' plans without making it technically untrue ]

For, um, finding things on the floor. That we might not be able to see. No more missing jewelry! O-or whatever.