third trial

[facultwist]

"Good hustle, everyone, time to get you down to the trial room. I'm willing to bet this is one where you want to know who did it. Head to the conservatory."

Isabella is waiting for you all there, candelabra in hand. She doesn't have much to say, but... perhaps that's to be expected. What is there to say?

It feels like a longer walk than usual to the trial room, but maybe that's just a function of your dwindling number. Much more of this and you're liable to dip below half of your original number. But you must press on, because answers will await you before long. They have to... right?

Yet more desks draped over to show those you've lost. But there's a job that you must do. You have the evidence. You are prepared against whatever it is that comes next.

... Right?

Comments

[shellhawked]

[Somewhat focused. Why?]

[sweetsynergy]

[She's trying to write in a vote for herself, deal with it or don't.]

[shellhawked]

[In that case, she is too focused on bitching at a loudspeaker.]

[sweetsynergy]

[Then let the records officially show that Hawke has entered a vote for Vanity and not been a self-sacrificing hero for no practical reason.]

[You're welcome, roomie.]

[shellhawked]

No-!

[By the time Hawke finally notices Vanity hunched over her desk writing her own name, she barely has time to react. She lashes out, trying to grab her hand to either stop her from writing or stop her from being snatched when the lights go out.]

[sweetsynergy]

Yup.

[Vanity gives one last, sad grin at Hawke, as her wrist is grabbed.]

Vanity vonAegis <3

Too bad. What're you gonna do, k-

[And here the lights go out.]