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dreamsland2014-09-30 06:14 pm
guestcontrol) wrote in dreamsland2014-09-30 06:14 pm
day three - aftermath
 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. |
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It's a good thing Ibuki doesn't mention that, since Peko definitely wasn't doing that... like at all... wow why would she. She gives a cursory glance toward the food, then looks up at Ibuki, shaking her head.]
Breakfast... I think.
[Hot dogs... at least they're not in a movie theater. Hot dogs just aren't allowed in a movie theater.]
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It doesn't take overlong. ]
Then Peko-chan should eat with Ibuki now! Think how badly we'd be scolded if we forgot to eat forever...
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She picks up a hot dog, but doesn't bite into it immediately, just... thinking about how Koizumi had brought her food, yesterday. Some leader Peko is, needing classmates to keep bringing her food.]
I will... thank you.
[Though... she doesn't go to bite it like a normal person. It's really just a tiny bite. She isn't hungry at all, even though she should be.]
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[ request the lullaby if you value your ears at all, Peko.
Ibuki casually slathers her hotdog in mustard and ketchup. There...should there be that much of either on it...? Either way, she actually does feel hungry, now. It's belated, and she hasn't paid it much mind all day, but with food in front of her... ]
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Peko just kind of nibbles at hers, not bothering to put any condiments on it. It's just nutrition... whatever nutrition there is in hot dogs, anyway...]
You mentioned another kind of song yesterday... Could you sing that today?
[THE LULLABY... PLEASE...]
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...Needn't have bothered. It's a sweet melody, this lullaby, and Ibuki stops eating to sing it, her eyes sliding shut as she tries to picture the last time someone sang it to her... ]
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Had anyone ever sung her a lullaby? Not that she can remember. But her eyes slide closed as she just listens to it, and she relaxes in spite of herself.]
...Thank you.