week 4 - trial

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week four trial



[At 9 AM precisely, the old grandfather clock chimes once again, and the doors to the drawing room are opened. They will remain open until everyone has come inside, after which they will shut behind them. It is not possible to leave on your own, although perhaps if you have a specific purpose the hostess will allow you to go, as long as you are accompanied by a partner.

The room is set up comfortably, with several tables by the fireplace set out to assist with the trial. The Hostess will also remain in a seat near the fireplace, next to the scales on the mantle. At lunch, the doors will open to bring in a large meal on an automatically rolling buffet, and at 3 PM, tea and finger sandwiches will be served. You'll be able to enjoy the trial in comfort, of course, but the information cards set out on tables will not allow you to forget your true purpose here.

At 7 PM, the trial will adjourn for the day. Players will be escorted by the Hostess to the ballroom, where dinner and wine will be served until 10 PM, at which point players will be required to return to their wings in groups with their wingmates and will be locked in their bedrooms until 8:30 AM the following morning.]

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[speakveryclearly]

Oh, so is this part of how justice thrills human beings more than the actual end result? This division into bad guys dying and good guys living, without actually counting the numbers or anything else from a utilitarian perspectively.

[hollowheart]

It validates your worth and encourages you to live on. It's rather pitiful.

[speakveryclearly]

See, we trolls admit that pity is a core part of interpersonal relationships. We look at other people, realize that the act of attachment is an irrational once, and accept that. [...definitely has her eyes on Annie.] The presence of negative traits doesn't totally outweigh positive ones, reasons to like one another.

[hollowheart]

[The concept makes her head hurt. There's a big gaping hole where a critical part of her life should be that could make relating to what Kanaya's saying easier.]

Are you trying to tell me I'm worthy of being liked?

[speakveryclearly]

[She forces a nonchalant teenaged shrug.]

You say that like there's some greater force and arbiter of likeability with which I can commune, instead of a mere personal inclination or inference.

[hollowheart]

[yes but--oh...

Oh!

She's going to stare down at her plate then take an importantly big bite because it's not every day she's confessed to and that's quite the thing to process.

And yes, her cheeks are red.]

[speakveryclearly]

[Wow, being analogous to a vampire has never felt quite as good as sensing the blood rising in a cute girl's face -- which is her cue to get out of here before something happens they'll both regret.]

It's getting awfully late, isn't it, good night!!!