sorry for your loss

[cuteandinnocentpet]

[When people are returned to the main floor, they will find a trail of cupcakes from the elevator to the dining room. There is a table of drinks, pills, and cupcakes and cakes from the automat.

And on the table, in the center, is this asshole, with a party horn in its mouth. Despite that, it talks into everyone's mind.]

As you strangers tend to have a tradition of parties after an execution, I took the liberty. The plates and cups are over there.

[. . .

be merry I guess]

Comments

[otherworldlyking]

What's the worst case scenario? Being unable to still change our minds?

[ Or he supposed, a complete defeat could be one. But, with the programming and effects of manipulation still in the back of their minds, agency was always a question. ]

Going to guess your Leader will try to force us and it'll be even more of a pain to deal with.

[mermaidkin]

...I can certainly promise that amount of resistance under so much pressure can't be physically pleasant. But I shouldn't ruin the suspense.

[He smiles harder, beginning to step away.]

And who knows? Maybe your group will be the one exception to the trail before of endless defeat, like on the train.

[otherworldlyking]

That's too bad.

[ McBurn watched him closely at that, and that sure was a comment, but seeing the other begin to step away with those words... ]

Won't be too surprised when we prove to be the exception. See ya.

[ He'll put up a hand lazily as he gave his farewell, and then he'll also make his departure, since he's hardly sticking around for the party for too long. That didn't go badly, though he didn't think it would. ]