WEEK 5 TRIAL...?

[foundationmods]

TRIAL

Even though there's no guilty party left alive, The Lady ushers you all upstairs anyway. She looks...odd, her eyes glazed over in an odd manner, her motions a bit sharper than normal.

There's still the box, but for some reason it feels...ominous...?

And though she says nothing, music begins to play in the room...


VICTIM:
M̧̛̥͉̳̪͔͕̼͎̻͕͟Ì̤̝̩͇̝͖̠̬́͟͞͝ͅŅ̛̛͖̺͇́͜A̵̢̡̗̙͇̝̥̹͇̲̖̣̰̖͡T̶̵̸̗̼̼͍̘̞̠̀ͅǪ̸̸̨̞͇̪͚͇ ̨̼̪̖̯̻͙̤̬͉̟̭̙̟̗͡A̻̣̭̻̫͎͈̥͎̗̻͘͡R̢͇͚̻̦͟͝I̡҉̷̯̼̤̹̜̙̟̜̹̝̺̣͈̩̘̭͠S͏̶̜̬͔͈̭͉̯̪͙͓̪̻̖͉̩̕͜͟ͅͅA̡̢̻̥̠̭̯̻͇͖T̴̨̛͎̟͕̜̗̗̰̯̥̺̯̹͜O̧̧̭̥̺̱̺̠̞͜,̠̯͔̥̖̣͖̼̪͍̕͡͝ ͏͓̬͇̱͖̰̞̠̺͟R̵̡̛͍̰̯͔͖͚̣̼̼̲̻͡E҉̴̶̡͖͚͈͈̯̺̠̖̼Á͈̣̜̥̗͍̫̖̱̰̘͓̲̺̀̕͜͡N̴̸̵̨̰̭̖̰̯͖̩̺͇̟̱ ̧̖̱̣͖̲̙̲̖̟̩̭̩̬̝̟͚Ş̸҉̳̺͙͓̱̲̙̜͈̠̦̞͓͘͜C̴̵͙̫̰̫͕͓̲̬͔̯͝H̛͍̖ͅW̵̟̘̣̬͇̟̳̙̟͡A͙̗̩̟̣̥̪̮̯̮̜͙̮͎̗̳͎͚̹͘͞R̡̧̖̦̀̀ͅZ̹̺̙͕̰͘E͡҉̨̠͓̦͈̻̼̱͍́͝R̵̞͉͖̟̮͚̮̼͍̬͔̭̥͓̹̙̖̮̮͜


?̶̧͔̝̱́?̵̪̮̖ ̶̡̧͖̳͚G̖̬̳͜U̟͎͈̦̖̹̕E̗͈͚͎S̸͕̩T̷̲͖̬́S̩̝̻̲͟ͅ ͍̪̻R̯̟̩̲̻͍͡E̢̺̻͓M̫̦̲̲̼͡A̴̛҉̮̺̪̼̜̹̯Ị͘N͏͚͓̗͔̼̞̘.̙̥̮̳̩͘

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ROUND 1 VOTING

[foundationmods]

[The box suddenly appears in The Lady's hands, her beautiful face looking at all of them without really seeing them.

She begins to speak.]

20 minutes to voting end remains. Please put in your vote before the time limit ends.

Also, Votes for yourself will not be counted. They will be randomized.

[justfists]

[FUCK THIS SHE'S SO FUCKING DONE

she had one. fucking. thing.]

[purrtagonist]

[what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck--]

You can't be serious. . .!

[foundationmods]

20 minutes to voting.

[...hm.]

[13thpromise]

...Wait what?

[ ... That's... much shorter of a time he'd thought it'd be. ]

[foundationmods]

20 minutes to voting.

[She repeats it like a robot.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

What the hell?! Who are we voting for? What's the point?!

[whirlingmace]

I think she's broken.

[wrongtiming]

—That's bullshit!

[latebluemer]

[...]

[She's going to walk up to the Lady and reach out to wave her hand in front of her face instead of shaking her like she really wants to. Hm.]

Hey. Hey! What the hell is this? Who decided this?

[foundationmods]

[the Lady just looks at her, blinking.]

20 minutes to voting.

[xenoqueen]

Twenty minutes, are you--

[Ripley closes her eyes, sharply exhaling. After a moment, she opens them again, her left hand clenched into a fist.]

They're fucking serious. [A pause.] If we're going to fucking do this, you may as well vote for me.

[tacticalespionageaction]

[A glare.]

No. We need you, Ripley.

[imstuck]

[?!]

Ripley what?

[justfists]

Why?

[purrtagonist]

Ripley-san--

[a kneejerk NO!1 reaction from this guy]

[dolleyed]

What the...??

[ 20 minutes... okay, there's no time for dancing around the issue now then.

Time to ask into the group: ]

We have a chance to get rid of the mafia and win the game now. Are there any solid reasons why we should not do that?

[theycallhimmrpchan]

What the fuck?! Twenty minutes? Are you fucking kidding me?!

[Damn it, he had plans to stall it, this isn't helping!]

[rosebridled]

What...?

[delusive]

Wait, what? Why is it only 20 minutes this time?

[resortghosts]

[There is just a loud sound of hands slammed on a table angrily because hey, seriously, what the fuck.]

[swordhandled]

That's preposterous!

[duskhound]

20 minutes... Isn't that way too fast compared to the previous trials...?

[How much damage did that bomb do to the resort...?]

[whirlingmace]

[ So she's just going to be quiet over here. ]

[maskarang]

If you haven't decided how to vote—choose me.