WEEK 3 - Voting Results

[cartesio]

Week 3: Trial

   

Just like last week, the pile of votes appear in front of the Sergeant, who counts them with practiced ease. He stands up as soon as he's done, pausing for only a moment, before making his announcement.

The results are in.

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[snideper]

[Something goes funny in her expression when the results are announced, a scowl that cannot manage to become one, and she looks unsteady.]

No—no, no, no, no, no! I...!

[And all at once she just sort of...slumps, nearly falling over.

Weakly, quietly:]

I failed.

[And there's no more resistance or fire left to her at all.]

[robitussin]

[A pause, but:]

Was it whatever was in the envelope after all, or did you just want to go home?

[snideper]

[...

again, quiet, not looking at Natalie:]

Neither.

[robitussin]

...Then what?

[snideper]

...

[she's...by and large shutting down now; maybe try again later, natalie......]

[quickpersuader]

You did.

[No denying that.]

[carbide]

[...

Olympia turns away from her.]

[streetwolf]

[There's a weak laugh.]

Guess you were right the other week huh?

[snideper]

[she huffs out a breath that could be a laugh, maybe, if it were someone else, if it were worth laughing at. still, her voice comes so strained.]

I'm not wrong about much.

[but given the way her expression twists, she full well recognizes the irony.]

[streetwolf]

[This is so awkward. It's not like death normally has a warning. But what exactly is he supposed to say?]

I was hoping you would be. Cause this means my heads going to be on the block again soon.

[Life is hard.]

[snideper]

[He'll have some time to think it over, anyway, because it's hereabouts Clarisse just...shuts down. She gives Wayne, at least, another little huff of air in acknowledgement, but no more.]

[burgerprince]

[Seeing Clarisse like this is shocking at least and uncomfortable at most, like a switch has been flipped in her. He didn't like her at all, but this feels incredibly messed up to be witness to.

There are questions, but he's got nothing to say right now, and just looks away. He's done here.]

LET'S JUST PRETEND THE DAMN POWER DIDN'T GO OUT AND I ACTUALLY GOT TO POST THIS IN A TIMELY MANNE...

[yonosoymaria]

[There's nothing he can say. There's nothing he can do except walk over to her, and rest a hand on her shoulder. There's nothing he can do...]

They've already thought I'm your accomplice, so...

I'M GOOD AT PRETENDING

[snideper]

[At once, she jerks away from the touch with her whole body, all instinct, but—any other time she might whirl around to strike, she would shout, but any anger she might try now fades. Something like surprise makes it through all her listlessness, all that confusion she's been covering with scowls all this time, now without the defiance—but that fades, too, as she stumbles out of arm's reach; she doesn't have the energy for anything more.

m...maybe try again later]

[yonosoymaria]

[Eric recoils as well, stepping back as though she had lashed out.]

I - I'm sorry.

[This is a miserable situation. He'll give her space, for now at least, but he's frustrated by it - confounded, more accurately.]