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

[losergod]

Mister Yurick is correct. Please try to listen to him. She's just a girl, timespans or not. She's spent her entire life with Marie.

[backuphero]

...so was Malus.

[He knows no one here knows that story. He knows. So he hangs his head, and grits his teeth, and says nothing else. They're right. He needs to hang on to that control.]

[losergod]

... Mister Morris. I'll tell you a story. There was a girl I knew who played horrible, awful, sometimes life-threatening pranks on the people who lived in the same house as her. She did horrible things, constantly, so much so the people began to hate her and actively wish for her demise. And she couldn't die, she'd just get a new body printed for herself, so why care, right?

... But she was alone. And nobody paid attention to her. The one person she'd cared for most was wasting away mentally. I was all she had. She was picked on for a few days, and eventually decided to start a cult and start hurting people back. She would never be dirtied again, she decided. So she murdered in the name of being clean.

Objectively, she was a horrible, awful person. She killed people. She ruined lives. She ran around with no remorse or care for even her own well-being. But deep down, she was a lonely girl with no friends and no one there for her. She was a product of her environment, a protagonist in a twisted story she couldn't stand.

That girl, Miss Wiltshire, is my daughter. And I love her anyway.

I would be a hypocrite if I didn't give Miss Halley the same chance. And I think you should too.

Mods, notifs have been a mess again -

[backuphero]

[He looks stricken. This is worse than what C described earlier, but...

"she was a product of her environment"....]

I'm - C, I... I didn't know. I didn't - and it's no excuse.

[He squares his shoulders, but not in the way of a man about to fight. Not truly. It's more of a "heading to the gallows, knowing he did his best" sort of posture...]

Miss Halley?