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theairlock2017-05-27 11:33 am
airlockedmods) wrote in theairlock2017-05-27 11:33 am
first trial
[With the announcement and evidence, the doors in the pool area are the next destination for anyone who doesn't particularly want to see what a punishment from PAL would look like. Kip, for once not acting like a complete coward, takes the lead and opens the doors. The patio is a large, round room with high walls and a domed ceiling, but the biggest feature of the room is the a circle of podiums that takes up most of the floor space.
The room itself is decked in the same almost gaudy golds and reds as the rest of the mansion, with walls high enough that it's impossible to see inside the trial room from the promenade that encircles the whole mansion. The domed ceiling provides an unhindered view of the stars overhead. As for the podiums themselves, they're the same sort of garish gold with a digital screen facing toward the center of the circle, and a large, currently dimmed rose silhouette facing the center beneath the screen. The screens each have a name and title associated with a Champion written in green block letters, all save for Mikaela, the Champion of the Millennium Tree Forest. Hers are a striking red and, floating above her podium, is a greyscale portrait framed in some kind of bold, gilt-looking frame. She smiles out at the group, her eyes gentle and kind even with the noticeable lack of color.
With Cece staying behind to take care of the body, Kip is left to cross the room by himself, stepping onto a platform that rises up just high enough to be out of reach and back far enough toward a far wall to have a full view of the court room. For a brief moment, Kip is obscured by a dome of glass that closes over him, but when the dome lifts it's clear that the only thing obscured was a quick change, taking him out of what was clearly his pajamas and dressing him in a sharp, mournful black suit. He's recovered from looking slightly green, but his body language and expression remain quite somber nonetheless.]
Welcome, Champions, to the Rose Ceremony. This is the trial stage, where the goal is to find the true culprit and...
[PAL almost sighs in disappointment.]
Well, Kipsqueak already spoiled the stakes for you. Find the culprit and they'll be eliminated, vote incorrectly and they'll be allowed to go home at the expense of the rest of your lives.
Oh, and don't bore me. I cannot stand being bored.
The room itself is decked in the same almost gaudy golds and reds as the rest of the mansion, with walls high enough that it's impossible to see inside the trial room from the promenade that encircles the whole mansion. The domed ceiling provides an unhindered view of the stars overhead. As for the podiums themselves, they're the same sort of garish gold with a digital screen facing toward the center of the circle, and a large, currently dimmed rose silhouette facing the center beneath the screen. The screens each have a name and title associated with a Champion written in green block letters, all save for Mikaela, the Champion of the Millennium Tree Forest. Hers are a striking red and, floating above her podium, is a greyscale portrait framed in some kind of bold, gilt-looking frame. She smiles out at the group, her eyes gentle and kind even with the noticeable lack of color.
With Cece staying behind to take care of the body, Kip is left to cross the room by himself, stepping onto a platform that rises up just high enough to be out of reach and back far enough toward a far wall to have a full view of the court room. For a brief moment, Kip is obscured by a dome of glass that closes over him, but when the dome lifts it's clear that the only thing obscured was a quick change, taking him out of what was clearly his pajamas and dressing him in a sharp, mournful black suit. He's recovered from looking slightly green, but his body language and expression remain quite somber nonetheless.]
Welcome, Champions, to the Rose Ceremony. This is the trial stage, where the goal is to find the true culprit and...
[PAL almost sighs in disappointment.]
Well, Kipsqueak already spoiled the stakes for you. Find the culprit and they'll be eliminated, vote incorrectly and they'll be allowed to go home at the expense of the rest of your lives.
Oh, and don't bore me. I cannot stand being bored.
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[He looks at the window.] PAL's not gonna let us in there unless he wants us in there. And we'll probably get 'punished', whatever that entails, if we try to break it.
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It's likely, yeah. Rule 6-A. No messing with walls and other structural shit.
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So we just stand here and watch and hope we can figure out the mechanics of all this before we get shoved out, huh?
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[However calm Junpei is on the outside, something is roaring--a fire, fucking ablaze--within him, and it seeps out at the edges of his words.]
We take apart everything we can until there's nothing left, because once the deaths start, they don't stop until we're out, or we're gone.
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...Something close enough, anyway.
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[He breathes out and rubs at his face, then shakes his head.]
Just--just not right now. Okay? I'm this close to trying to punch through that mirror with my bare hands, and I just got done telling you it's a rule violation.
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...We could still try it. I'm not saying it'd be smart, cuz it's not, but we could do it and then we'd know what kind of punishment we're talking about.
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We shouldn't risk it.
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Junpei whaps him upside the back of the head.]
Hey! You shouldn't risk it either, asshole! Do you think I want you--re-ghosted, or stuck outside your body, or extra-crispy double dead?! No! What the hell?!
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Hey! Maybe I'll just get zapped or get a warning, huh? I'll be fine! I'm always fine! It'd suck to be without a physical body for a while, but I could deal with it.
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God, fine, either we're gonna talk this shit out or we're gonna leave this room, because unless I'm breaking this glass, I don't know what else we're accomplishing here.
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[BECAUSE HE DOES NOT TRUST YOU POR UN SECUDO, AMIGO ROBOTO.]
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Uh, I don't want to hear that out of you, Iron Man. But yeah. I'm coming.
[Exeunt Avengers.]