FINAL TRIAL

[strangerpeople]

FINAL TRIAL


[Once everyone has managed to gather every piece of evidence they can get their hands on, there is, at last, a sense that they can go up to the top on the elevator that works. Granted, with access now granted, they probably could have gone up at any time, but it they would have been ill-prepared for what might be up there.

In any case, they might not have needed to worry.]



[Barbara will no doubt recognize this place as where Marie brought her just the previous week. It is a master control room, filled with buttons and levers that line the walls. However, the dome also allows for a view of what's outside - of the skies, the stars, the planets. The alpine valley the Base is situated, with its bubbling waterfall, and the crystal-clear blue lake it empties into, surrounded by flowers below the Base's base. The lake itself empties into a crystal clear river that looks to be narrow, but deep and rapid.

In the center of the room, near where the elevator rises out of the floor, is a chair, with a giant plush of that cheeky raccoon snuggled into it. Once everyone has come into the room, the elevator melts into the floor with a slurping sound. Now, everyone is here - and there's only one seat, meaning almost everyone will be standing for the duration of this discussion. There's no food or drink here, either - the Titled will have to make do with whatever they brought with them.

There's is a rumble below, as the Titled, together with Bottson and their menagerie of animals - gather together for one last trial. Everyone and everything in this universe may be at stake, and ultimately, either they all go home - or no one will.]


[It's time! The objectives are simple in this trial. It's time to finally answer the questions the Titled have about why they are here - and face the Mastermind of the Base.

Most importantly, though - who's got dibs on that chair? It's the only one in the room!

In any case, good luck, Titled!]

Comments

[vividsins]

I mean I'd imagine we'd feel tremors or something. It's not going to be all visual. A body shutdown isn't going to spare anywhere.

[earietale]

[Barbara is still a wreck, but she can’t just stand around and be useless! She needs to take action!

She’s got two stacks of papers in her hands, separated by her thumb, and (since no one objected) a laser machine gun under one arm, which she carefully sets down with the paper.]

There were also these papers that talked about something called Project Diatron. They...pretty much explain how and why we’re in Ivy’s body, and even how we got our powers.

The other stack was...kind of out of place, I think? I mean, it was a weird room full of weapons, but I didn’t think this...situation had anything to do with these Orders.

[backuphero]

She did get... turned into a puddle of gore at one point, going off the journal entries. So she wasn't even successful at that all the time.

[He looks mildly horrified at himself for making a joke out of that.]

[fashionfever]

Isn't it like Bottson said about the time it happened before?

[backuphero]

I think that must have been it.

Wait.

Bottson's been awful quiet...

[strangerpeople]

. . .

[theserpentsmiles]

...one of the rules was to not blow her up, right? Maybe that's how.

[fashionfever]

[reading this junk HMMMMMMM]

Sherry is a kind of white wine, and wine comes in the main types red and white, and the white king was on one side of the war, and the white wine was a big deal for some reason... It seems like they should all fit together somehow...

[losergod]

... So we were definitely somehow shrunken... and put into some woman's body.

[ He buries his palm gently against his forehead. ]

You know what? It's not even the weirdest thing I've learned lately. Go figure.

[ After remembering Scarlotte, nothing surprises him anymore. ]

[theserpentsmiles]

That's true....though maybe the base's support systems were designed to manage that. I've been on a spaceship before; this isn't exactly the same, but it's not like this would've been designed without the process of her death in mind...

[backuphero]

[Yup. Doing this. Addressing the robot like he's (...or is it "he"?) a people.

Well, a kid.]

Hey, don't tell me your voice broke all of a sudden, or something, I don't know if anybody here could fix it!

[strangerpeople]

mY voICe aiN't bRokE, fOo!

[toushiro]

Can I see that drawing?

[vividsins]

...........Red and white blood cells, Miss Angela.

[fashionfever]

W-wait! Hang on a second! They don't fight each other!

[backuphero]

It'd explain ending up as a... sort of puddle, yeah... and I mean it'd be traumatic enough that anybody would make a rule to make sure it didn't happen again, right?

[earietale]

Do you think she might’ve been involved with the Sherry side? She didn’t seem like the type to fight very well, but...

[The entirety of last week kinda proves that wrong.]

[losergod]

Actually, that's incorrect. AIHA causes your own body to attack your own red blood cells, but I wouldn't call it common disorder.

[theserpentsmiles]

Halley-san changed something about the red ones, right? If the body thought they were foreign, the immune system - including white blood cells - would attack them...

[backuphero]

Not unless something's really wrong they don't.

[A pause.]

My mom's a doctor. General practice, but... you hear stuff you aren't supposed to when you're a kid and it sticks in your head, you know?

[earietale]

This future is weird and I still intend to punch whoever thought it was a good idea to send us here.

[Because this is just...bleh.]

[tiefleaf]

[ It's a bit loose and some of the pins are close to falling out, but sure, let's say he brought it.

here ya go. ]

[backuphero]

[A genuine sigh of relief.]

Good. So... you're just listening to us, huh?

[strangerpeople]

yeAh! doN't gOt muCh elSE to Do righT Now.

[fashionfever]

You have been waiting all month for me to say this, haven't you.

You are right, C. I lead a narrow life, and that's why I was wrong.