AFTER TRIAL

[whiterosefoes]

[Well then. After that horrifying end to the trial, Harriet is in kind of a panic mode, and with nothing really to work down from it. She imagines everyone else is the same way. Krone had previously seemed like the meeting-holding-adult type, but that was obviously shot to hell now. As the murdergame veteran, should she step up? Even though it hardly feels that way, when nothing had been like this.

Eventually, she can be found reluctantly pasting up a notice on the back of some sheet music.]

Meeting in the parlour.

[She thought about writing, "for information gathering", or maybe, "for story telling", since they need to make some actual progress, or since Akko liked stories. In the end, though, she doesn't want to discourage any particular types, so she just leaves it at that and brings her bowl of weird fruits for those who would rather try their luck with these than horror foods that possibly come out of killer muppets.]

Comments

[whiterosefoes]

[She was planning to invite him to the meeting after he came out, but that throws her for a loop. Her lashes flutter from confusion while the rest of her face is rigid.]

I - they're what?

[She is trying and mostly failing to wipe the "that is ridiculous" look off her face.]

I've heard a lot of multiverse theories in my involuntary travels, mind, but that's a really new one.

[icanhearscreams]

The other giant robots we fought... the loser's version of Earth was destroyed.

[whiterosefoes]

[Harriet pauses to take that in. She has to take it seriously now that she knows the context. Even if she humors the idea that all earths will be like this, it seems pretty unlikely this would happen at any point in the rest of their lifetimes. But then, for all she knows giant robots just kind of showed up where he's from.]

Hm. Put it that way, you're as much someone who was in a death game as myself and Franciscus, if not more so.

[Which is... so fucked up, and not just because of his age. He thinks he has to indirectly kill off all his new friends? Is that what he's telling himself to cope with this? She wants to punch a roomful of people over this. Preferably every person Felicity Parham has ever met who helped her become who she was. Instead, she just sighs, with nothing to give but her perspective.]

...I learned to despise other people, in time. Because people don't matter to others, not as much as they claim.

It doesn't appear that you're like that, though. Regardless of whether it's wise for your situation. [She smiles tightly at that. The bitterness of caring when you shouldn't.]

[icanhearscreams]

... Kokopelli called it a game at first. It's not.

And I... used to be more like that. It's still true. I've seen it with how people treated some of the other pilots.