day seven - aftermath

[guestcontrol]

dreamland day seven 14 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 Patchouli Knowledge 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. 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

[fanbase]

[ For once, Clash has nothing to say. She stands silently, hands at her side, waiting for someone else to speak up first. ]

[foetida]

Well? Let me know when you're ready. And keep your hands out and in the open - I won't let you reach for that detonator a third time today.

[For all that she's trying to sound harsh, there's a slight quaver to her voice. She's never killed anyone before, at least not directly. (Kittens don't count.)]

[fanbase]

Can I get something from my room first? I can give the detonator to Oz and have him come with me since we know we can trust him. It's just... I want to grab something important before I go.

[harepiece]

[He'll pipe up from where he's standing off to the side.]

I don't mind doing that, if no one else has any objections.

[chronic]

I object. This is complete bullshit. What the hell would she need to grab? She's not going to get to have it where she's going.

[fanbase]

It's a letter than means a lot to me. I'd just like to have it with me.

[chronic]

This is ridiculous the way this keeps dragging out and the way people keep letting it. When you get back there'll be a new excuse to delay it. Whatever.

[cheats]

Oh, shut up.

[ Ciel speaks up sharply ]

It's just a damned letter. We can allow that.

[chronic]

Everyone sure is sentimental for someone that didn't decide she felt bad about all this until the cute puppy died.

[ he throws his hands up. ] Like I said. Whatever.

[cheats]

[ He scoffs ]

It's hardly sentimental. Mercy is a different matter.

[chronic]

I don't... know how you can still consider mercy at this point. I guess if it winds up being true that they don't remember... [ he's still very critical of that claim ]

[cheats]

Because quite simply? The alternate is falling victim to the feeling of vengeance instead. That is what lead to the death of Nui and Francis, and what lead to the loathsome show today, did it not?

[ He sighs ]

I believe in letting people die with dignity, should they take the steps to embrace it.

[fanbase]

You don't have to believe me, but I promise there won't be. I just wanted it because...

[ She doesn't finish the sentence and shrugs instead. She knows that he doesn't care and she doesn't either. ]

[chronic]

Aren't you at all concerned that once you're dead anyone could pick it up and read it?

[fanbase]

They can if they want to. Maybe then they'd understand some things.

[chronic]

[ Hmm. ]

Okay.

[harepiece]

Thanks. [WHY IS OZ THANKING HIM because he's 2shonen2live that's why. But he'll turn to Clash after that.]

Let's be quick about it though, okay?

[fanbase]

[ She nods and hands him the detonator before she starts taking off before him at a steady pace. ]

[harepiece]

[He'll take and pocket the detonator before following her! TO THE LETTER.]

[fanbase]

[ She doesn't yet speak to him, more concerned with getting the letter before she ends up hurting anyone else. Once they reach the barracks, she opens her door and grabs a piece of folded paper on top of a pile of other papers.

She takes a minute to re-read it, breathes in deep, and turns to him with a scared smile. ]

Alright... this is it.

[harepiece]

Are you ready to go back, then?

[He'll wait at the door for her, feeling more like an executioner than anything but at least wanting to give her a little privacy.]

[fanbase]

No... I'm not.

[ She steps forward and slips her hand into his free hand. Her breath is shaky. ]

But I've got to anyway, right?

[harepiece]

[He doesn't say anything to that, but he does nod once.]

Being forced to kill people... That's the sort of thing no one should ever have to experience.

[And if all they can do for her is kill her to stop her... Well, he knows for a fact that he'd ask for the same - did, when he was in her shoes.

He'll turn around to lead her back.]

[fanbase]

[ Her expression fades into sadness as she nods, unable to say anything else to that. So, she enjoys the silence and his comforting hand wrapped around hers until she heads back to the group and makes her announcement. ]

[chronic]

[ makes an obscene hand gesture at him because he is the opposite of shounen ]

[harepiece]

[OZ ISN'T EVEN FROM EARTH so that obscene hand gesture will probably just be met with confusion. how did a person like Kenny end up in this group of pure lambs...]

[chronic]

[ so... so sorry Oz............. THE REAL QUESTION IS HOW IS KENNY WHO DIES REGULARLY AT HOME STILL ALIVE HERE................ ]

[fanbase]

I didn't expect it to end like this so... I'll keep this short.

[ She takes a deep breath, clutching a letter to her chest. As dusk settles around them, she looks scared. She's much smaller than she usually presents herself, but even she knows she can't turn back here. As terrifying as it is. ]

I know you guys can beat this and Mabel, I know that you'll make sure they do. Always be as awesome as you are! Thank you Oz for everything today, it's nice to know I'm not alone and thanks Ciel... for being so nice to me even though I don't deserve it.

[ She takes a couple more steps back to make sure she's at a safe distance as tears begin running down her face and falling off her chin. ]

Aya, I'm sorry I almost killed you but I hope you'll still publish that letter.

[ Clash tries to hold back a sob, nodding to Nanami. She then smiles at the rest of them. ]

Good luck everyone. See you all on the flipside!

[foetida]

[For once, she doesn't seem to know what to say. 'Sorry for killing you?' 'Sorry you got roped into being a mindless killer?' Even if she were in the habit of apologizing, which she is not, anything that comes to mind just sounds trite.

Instead, she just coughs awkwardly once and fiddles with the bracelet on her wrist.]

[guestcontrol]

[And Clash explodes! It's super gory and kind of awesome. This is an extremely professional mod comment from an extremely professional mod.

Her body lies in a similar state as all the victims from the afternoon bombings. Her bracelet seems to be in a rather glitchy state, cycling between the words REGULAR GUEST and VIP rapidly before finally settling on ???.]

[photoshot]

N... no offense taken.

And I will.