fourth trial

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[With the announcement and the evidence, the Champions are free to decide amongst themselves what order the groups leave in. Once that's done the process of teleporting is automatic and happens in the blink of an eye. Once second they're in the center of the cafeteria before a soft blue light surrounds them and then they're standing in the middle of a circle of podiums.

The room itself it the same shiny, chrome-covered atrocity as most of the rest of the ship save for the sections of floor that aren't the teleporter: those are thick clear glass that show nothing but empty space and stars beneath the Champions' feet. As for the podiums they're the same sort of garish chrome with a digital screen facing toward the center of the circle. More portraits and names in blaring red have been added this week. Karamatsu Matsuno, the Champion of Painful Secondhand Embarrassment That's So Cringe Inducing, Narcissistic, And Eye Blindingly Glittery It Makes You Wish He'd Go Away, Korra, the Champion Avatar, Yuri Plisetsky, the Champion Figure Skater and Max Olguin, the Champion Portrait Artist.

The Overseers are waiting when they all arrive, standing on a floating platform just high enough to be out of reach and back far enough toward a far wall to have a full view of the courtroom. Both are dressed well, Rox in a pressed grey dress jacket and skirt and Blaze in a black suit with the sleeves rolled up to expose his numerous tattoos. He's also sporting a black eye patch with a flaming snowflake embroidered on it over his left eye. Rox is smiling like that cat who ate the canary while Blaze is standing a little farther away than normal and looking uncomfortable.]

Welcome back, Champions! There are ten of you here but, if things go correctly, only nine of you will leave. I don't think I have to explain at this point what will happen if you choose wrong.

As usual there's no time limit but be sure to keep things interesting. [She folds her arms across her chest, looking down on the Champions with a grin.] Let the trial begin.

someday we will foresee obstacles / through the blizzard

[lmafo]

[ About an hour after the trial ends, maybe an hour and a half, there's a series of notes written in pink that end up slid under everyone's doors. No pomp, just a slid note and a knock at the door before Roxy moves to the next one. ]

aight so
if you guys want uh
there's food and drinks and stuff all chilling in the caf
no presh, just
fuck
we probs shouldnt be alone rn

- rolal and marisa

[ And indeed, set out in the dining room, there's a bunch of pretty basic sandwiches (she's a scientist, not a chef, what do you want from her), some drinks from the bar set out on a nearby table courtesy of Marisa, and uh. A single cake, set out on its own table. It's not the most visually impressive thing in the world, but Roxy worked real hard on it, okay? It's chocolate, even, with chocolate frosting also.

Piped onto the top of the cake in rough pink icing letters is "eat me pls," so. At least you know what to do with it. ]