Week 2 - after trial

[relieable]

[everyone is probably more than a little stunned over what has been going on. while it is true that the Sergeant told them all this would happen, it's different to have to witness it with one's own eyes. while Nine is led away, and the townspeople leave the court, it is up to the visitors to decide how to move forward. do they talk among themselves? do they reflect on the events that took place alone? one thing that is certain is that the Sergeant got his way this week. will he continue to force them to keep picking each other off in the weeks that come? only time will tell.

this isn't really an after party. it's too sad, but perhaps many people will take comfort in the fact that they are not alone. either mingle at the motel, or somewhere else in town, or even visit Nine in his cell. it's up to you as to how you will spend the rest of this afternoon]

Comments

[integratedsoul]

A flag...?

[ It feels awkward to just stand here, staring through the bars, so Cian instead sits down on her knees in front of them. Signaling just a small bit that she's not just drifting by to spectate his misery - or at least, trying to signal this. The floor is way too cold. ]

[linearcrash]

Yeah, it's made from these.

[ He'll nod at his cape. ]

As one last way to leave a mark. We tied our capes together to our weapons. Actually that's what the Sarge left me after that-

[ Cian....what are you doing. This whole cell is cold. He'll unhook his cape, while approaching the bars. Just going to offer it through. ]

Don't just sit on the floor like that, hey.

[integratedsoul]

I can't sit on that?!

[ What kind of conversational transition is this? She looks genuinely startled. ]

But if you want to, I can find a good place for it to serve as your flag here as well. A little memorial.

[linearcrash]

You're going to freeze your ass off. It's fine. There's a second one in my stuff, yo.

[ Back in his hotel room that is. ]