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.̙̥̮̳̩͘

Comments

[jumpedtheshark]

What else can we do?

[She's open to any other good plans.]

[latebluemer]

We have to get the Outsider out of there somehow. There has to be a way to get him to agree before we're all gone.

[This is not a good plan, but neither is the Outsider's, which they don't know about yet so I'm just going to ironically foreshadow instead.]

[jumpedtheshark]

.... If we can do it without hurting him, then I can agree with that plan.

[Waiting around obviously isn't producing results.]

[latebluemer]

I'm pretty sure every ghost is entitled to at least one punch.

[Maybe more. She is absolutely more sympathetic to the ghost situation than the Outsider's, sorry Tsumugi. At least she isn't advocating for killing him or anything. Just smacking apologies out of him at the very least.]

Where is that tablet...?

[resortghosts]

[Interrupting morse code:

.--. .-.. . .- ... . / .-.. . - / ..- ... / .--. ..- -. -.-. .... / .... .. -- --..-- / .. -.-. .... .. --. --- .----. ... / .- / ..-. ..- -.-. -.- .. -. --. / -- . ... ... / .-. .. --. .... - / -. --- .-- .-.-.-]

[latebluemer]

[She stares at the message for a moment, but then there's no hesitation as she taps out a reply:

.-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.- / .. / .--. .-. --- -- .. ... . .-.-.- / .- - / .-.. . .- ... - / --- -. . / .--. ..- -. -.-. .... / . .- -.-. .... .-.-.-]

[resortghosts]

[And this reply is as short:

- .... .- -. -.- ... .-.-.-]

[justfists]

I have it.

[it's lest on her last accusatory message about "there never was a plan."]

You want to get him outside of the Brain?

[latebluemer]

That's the only way to end this, Niijima-san.

[She's staring down hard at the tablet, and then -- actually, then tears just start to roll down.]

... He's such a bastard.

[justfists]

... I know. That was what I'd already asked him.

[she's just. dead inside right now.]

He can't leave.

[latebluemer]

He's -- How dare he -- We could have been spending so much more time looking for a way to drag him out of there instead of dealing with this stupid game. If he won't leave, we'll make him.

[Yeah, her voice dropped to a growl here. She'll be angry enough for all of them.]

[justfists]

...

[makoto is numb inside, she doesn't have a good answer to that.

just. everything was for nothing.]