day three - aftermath

[guestcontrol]

dreamland day three 33 players remaining. As the voting period comes to an end, a bell goes off from the ticket machine, and the metal bars blocking the tunnel at the end of the Hall of Mirrors lifts. A voice speaks over the loudspeaker: "Attention, guests! Please make your way onto the ride! For your safety, keep your hands and arms inside and do not attempt to leave your seat!" Through the tunnel, single cars on a track stop and wait for each remaining player to step on. Don't dawdle, or your bracelet will begin to beep a warning. Once in a car, the safety bar locks you tightly inside, unable to move. The car trundles along a dark, twisting track, nearly veering into cartoonish obstacles, but veering away at the last moment. Music and cackling laughter echoes loudly through the ride as you drive faster and faster. Suddenly, your car veers off to the left, through a courtroom, where a towering cartoon judge threatens to bang a gavel. Your car jerks and evades, but somewhere, before one car can pass, the gavel comes down and the car spins off to the side, through a dark doorway. Each car comes to the end of the ride, but doesn't stop, and instead jerks into motion and, even faster, veers through the ride a second time. This time, your car does not enter the courtroom, but the doors to your left nonetheless open, showing instead of a courtroom a red room burning with cartoon flames. Above the flames hangs a corpse in a noose. The body of Edea Lee hangs from a red rope noose, as a cackling voices pronounces: Guilty! The ride turns away once more, and comes to a stop. A list of votes has been posted on the wall. You now have the rest of the evening to explore the park, before night comes again. One more thing: because of the successful execution of a VIP today, you now have a chance to vote for a MVP. MVP vote character statuses private conversations graveyard This is a general post-vote mingle encompassing the time from the end of the trial (about 5 PM until the fireworks at 11 PM). You are encouraged and welcome to backtag discussions in this post until the next day post, or to have afternoon private conversations.

Comments

[perfectstrike]

[As mentioned before, Peko attends, though she looks a bit uncomfortable by the whole proceeding. She doesn't know much about Catholicism, but she understands the intent.

If Ciel happens to glance back at her, her expression will be... difficult to read. Though she's still clearly tired, there's something else to her expression. A kind of hardness, or maybe something almost haunted? It really is hard to tell.

She opens her mouth a few times, as if she wants to say something, but thinks better of it each time, until finally she manages a quiet,] Thank you.

[It seems right that someone mourn her death, after many people here seemed more concerned about Dipper. Peko definitely isn't sure how she feels about it herself, after all.]

[cheats]

[ Ciel nods to her thanks, but then turns his eyes to Mahiru's grave, since it feels a bit easier than actually looking at Peko. It's still a somber occasion, after all, and considering the unpleasant memories that Mahiru's death in particular brought up, he's not feeling quite as up to presenting himself as that elegant noble as he had for Madame Red's funeral. ]

You're welcome. I wish I could do the same for everyone else, but... If it's not genuine, it's barely worth it.

[ Which seems harsh, but he shrugs earnestly. Ciel isn't often one for sentimentality, so when he is, it has to be genuine. ]

[perfectstrike]

I understand.

[She just nods, crossing her arms loosely over her chest as she looks past him, toward the grave itself.]

I think... as long as someone is being thought of -- being remembered -- that is the most important thing.

[cheats]

I think we can all do at least that much.

[ He nods, and a soft, if tired smile comes to his face. ]

I wish the graves looked a little better, at least. I would buy them all tombstones if I could, though of course without a proper undertaker, it's not so simple.

[perfectstrike]

Mm. I think... it is fitting.

I do not think anyone wants to remain here, after death. I... will need to find a way to contact the Kuzuryuu Family. I am certain they will want to--

[Come... get their heir/only son. Ah yes. What a conversation that will be. Peko will probably literally cut herself open after delivering that message.]

If she could see you... I'm sure she would be honored to receive something like this.