T̢H͜E̵͟ ͏́͡TH͘͢I͠͞R͜͡͝D̷̶ ̛͞T̴R͏̨Į̷A̵̧L̡̨̀

[strangerpeople]

T̢H͜E̵͟ ͏́͡TH͘͢I͠͞R͜͡͝D̷̶ ̛͞T̴R͏̨Į̷A̵̧L̡̨̀

Attention, Strangers. It's time for the trial now.

Please bring whatever you see fit and not anything against the rules.

[And so it is, that the Strangers must come once more to the elevators, to the room where the force field sits and their podiums wait. Three more people are now Xed out, as if they never existed.

Once everyone is in place, five podiums light up red.]

THE BRITTLE	THE DISCORD	THE ENEMY	THE FORLORN
				THE JOVIAN

Once again, two bodies have been discovered. It sure is tragic. Please remember to vote accordingly.

[There is no hesitation, no pause, before the clock begins, and the ticking echoes through the chamber. The evidence is there for the remaining Strangers to see, and organize. Voting must happen to ensure justice. What else is there to say, then?

The trial for the murders of Vita Clotilde-Morris, the Bad Luck, and Jonathan Morris, the Double, has begun.]

Comments

[unwittingking]

I don't want it to end with me hurting anyone else.

[He's got the bandana undone and is throwing it toward his pedestal. It makes it, but only barely.]

Please, just get it to her. Tell her I was an idiot, I just wanted them to be safe, just...don't tell them how I died.

[carryabigstick]

[Estelle picks up the bandana, but she shakes her head.]

We're fighting for ourselves too-- for everyone's future. And we're stronger than we look, as long as we're together.

[She's going to tie it back on him with a smile.]

But this isn't something I can do for you. As long as there's another way then-- you're the only person who deserves the right to do that.

[unwittingking]

…why...

Why does everyone have to be so hopeful about this? Why can't you just...get it over with and get out of here later? These after this trial. That's how it worked before, that's how it'll work now.

Just...vote for me. Please.

[His voice is small when he finishes. He just...he wants this to be over...]

[carryabigstick]

All I've wanted to do since I got dragged into this mess is protect the people around me. And every time I couldn't do anything to stop it and I hesitated. And every moment, I hated myself for not doing something.

I'm tired of it. I'm not losing another friend without fighting.

[unwittingking]

[He's still crying-there's snot running down his face, and it's not pretty-but he smiles.]

You...you're all too good for me...

[He doesn't deserve this...they're all too good for him...]