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15strangers2020-02-07 10:16 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2020-02-07 10:16 pm
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[As soon as the investigation has wrapped up, the voices of the Hosts suddenly echo through the City.]
Hi, Strangers! You remember what happens if you don't show up at the trial, right? Maybe we'll have every single one of those things done to you this time!! Don't worry, it's right up the elevator.
You all could have avoided this, you know! But now we have to follow procedure. Only registered residents will be allowed inside - please leave all animal or other companions in a safe location.
[When the Strangers go to the elevator, they are suddenly plunged down once they get in. The doors open, and they are in a massive metal room, where fifteen cold, metal pedestals wait them. Each podium has the individual's name and room number splashed in a dot matrix green on a small monitor on the front, as if they were contestants on a game show. Two of the pedestals-9 and 14-have instead a red X in their computerized name slot, as opposed to a name.
In the corner of the room is a large area cordoned off from the Strangers by what looks like glass upon first look, but is, in fact, a force field. There is little doubt what that area is for, unless one is truly naïve.
Once everyone has finally gotten into place, five of the podiums' dot matrix name plates suddenly flash with a red border.]
They look so unhappy, Hiyori. It didn't have to be this way...
Hey, Link. Whose arms do you think they're going to rip off if they vote to convict one of the kiddos left in this game?
They'll probably try for ours, but that won't happen. But probably whoever argues for one of them the hardest...
[At this, the ever-present ticking suddenly grows louder. On one of the walls, a dot matrix clock comes to life, counting down the time everyone has until the Trial has been scheduled to end. You have your evidence-only you know what to do with it.
Well? The clock is ticking.
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It's one thing to get someone executed. Even that I feel guilty about. But killing someone directly? I'm not sure how many people can do that with feeling effected in some way.
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[He'd never forgive himself. He'd hate everything, forever, but he....thinks he could do it. He isn't okay with it, the thought of becoming an executioner makes him sick, but there it stands.
Nothing is ever easy. Nothing is completely "right". Maybe justice was never real.]
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Well...I don't want anyone else-anyone that didn't do it-to have to live with it. To have to deal with any more trauma like that. It just...it's not right.
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And I don't.... I don't wanna risk getting it wrong again, King. We only got the right killer once and a half in the mansion - we almost had three people executed at one time!
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I know, I-I don't want anyone innocent getting killed either. I just...
I don't want this to go wrong. I don't want anyone else suffering because we made a mistake.
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No one is all good or all bad, King. And I don't think a successful killer is eligible for any future motive rewards - there's no reason for them to kill again.
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Oh fuck it.]
Okay, okay, just...let's just get this over with then.
[He hopes your right about this Arthur...]
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