DREAMLAND FUN PARK (
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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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While Ciel would hardly call himself a practicing Catholic (far from it), he's still gone to enough funerals that he can stumble through at least the beginning portions, so he'll murmur the beginning part of the mass with his hands held in prayer. ]
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine...
[ Ciel says the opening portion of the Requiem mass without much trouble, but then straightens from bowing his head in prayer to continue onto something a bit more personal. He crouches by Mahiru's grave, then starts to place photographs that he had gotten from Aya. They're all photographs of Mahiru, photos that Aya had snagged knowingly or otherwise of Mahiru with other people, helping them, and most of all, Ciel had chosen ones where she was smiling. He won't leave them out here, since they're just for tonight, and they also belong to Aya. But he places them carefully alongside what few flowers they could find, even if they're little more than weeds. ]
Those who give kindness so freely are more deserving of a service to reflect that, but this is what we can give. I pray you wake in Heaven at peace, Mahiru.
[ Then once he's satisfied with how her grave is set, he'll step back with a hard, solemn expression, but he'll be here for a fair portion of the evening before collecting the photos and returning them to Aya. ]
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[It doesn't feel much like a victory.]
"I do not believe myself to be killing." What did she mean by that...?
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After all that... she was guilty all along?
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...We did the right thing. Now, we have an...advantage.
It is a pity, though, that she didn't reveal any information about the others...or maybe, perhaps, it was impossible for her to do so...? It bears thinking...
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But any time someone ventures close, she falls silent before much more would be audible, and averts her gaze. Who's talking to a grave like a crazy person? Not Peko.
As night falls, she curls up to rest her head on her knees, and doesn't immediately respond if approached. It almost looks like she's fallen asleep... For a few seconds, anyway, before she's jolting upright. It's pretty comical, actually.]
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