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students in time out: 10

It's a little hard to wake up when the melody that drifts into your ears is so comforting that it'd be so much simpler to stay asleep. Maybe everything that you remember last - the cold seeping into your fingertips, the pain of injury, or the darkness creeping into your vision - will just be parts of a bad dream.

But it's not.

When you wake up, it's probably a little disorienting - you have to push off a blanket and rise from this nice comfortable mat on the floor. Seems like you were all curled up for nap time. Literally. The room that you're in has furniture meant for small humans, children as some might call them, and everything is soft and plush to the touch with rounded corners. Blocks with the alphabet etched onto them, coloring books and crayons, and even a rocking horse dot the room to really give it that childish charm. If you can think of a child-safe toy, it's probably in one of the baskets that line the shelves of the room!

Around the room they'll find baby monitors that broadcast the antics of the living. Hopefully that doesn't feel creepy.

There is a yard outside through the glass doors, but it currently seems to be locked - and the glass won't break no matter how hard you try. There's a large pink door that feels enormous, ten times as tall as you, on one side of the room, but there's no way through that either. At the very top, you might see a directory sign that says: TO ADMINISTRATION BUILDING.

Huh.

Well... for now, get comfortable. It looks like you might be here a while.

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[Yeah, he does too. Caiman and Molly probably won't have any answers for them, and this sort of murder... it's something they need to know.]

I am concerned the world itself is aiming to hinder the efforts of Rupert's group.

[Technically it's more like Kaoruko's group but y'know.]

...by... killing more people?

[her brow furrows]

But if killing us is supposed to be helpful, then killing more people isn't really a hindrance, is it?

[He shakes his head slightly.]

By contributing violence and chaos.

[It's hard enough to convince people to listen to "hey so we totally wanna kill you but I promise it's for your own good" as it is. If people think that the killers are then out there TAKING PEOPLE'S BRAINS and mind-controlling others, then they'll have an even harder time of it. People will fight back harder, set up more defensive measures... that's his thinking.]

...yeah, I guess after this people are going to be a lot less inclined to try to listen to them than you were.

[Oh, they’re narrowing in on Byleth now. Wow there’s a lot happening.]

...

[she fiddles with her necklace anxiously as she watches this]

[He glances over at her, at the motion; there’s a very, very long pause, but then he awkwardly reaches out and places a gentle hand on her arm, too. Reciprocating comfort, even if he’s clearly unused to doing so.]

[she looks up, startled - and then smiles after a moment.]

...thanks.

[A small nod, before he drops his hand. HE’S DOING HIS BEST.

He sighs softly, though, watching everyone have a meltdown over Byleth. This trial has been hard on the living…]

Neither honesty nor lies has brought them peace. [What a horrible place they’re in.]

There won't be any peace until we're away from this place.

[fuck school tbh.]

[There’s not much time left… ugh.]

…I fear the surviving killer may become a target. [REVENGE KILLS… THEY’RE A THING…] The situation has escalated.

[Like, there’s a chance they could tie, or someone could fucking mid-trial in 20 minutes, but.]

...even if they don't, they might - keep them alive in case they can't figure out what happened next week.

"Because at least we won't be voting for someone innocent," is what they'd probably say, if they did that.

[He wants to respond to that, but like. Caiman is spewing blood

so

it seems pretty clear who the vote’s gonna be]

[

yikes!]

[“Nice to meet you”??? CALEB????? WHAT THE FUCKING IS GOING ON]

[WHY ARE THE LAST TEN MINUTES OF TRIAL ALWAYS SO FUCKING WILD!!!]

...what is happening right now...?

[he just slowly shakes his head because he has no fucking clue either]

...I think people are gonna be upset no matter how the vote turns out...

[A slow nod, as they continue to watch everyone break down.]

…Perhaps we should use our message this week to assure them that we’re alright, somehow.

...yeah. We were going to try and be more clear that it was us sending those messages, so. Maybe they'll realize we're okay if they understand that?

Is there a way to allude to our injuries healing?

[Or just that… they’re doing okay in general. Not suffering. It’s not as relevant as some of the information they could attempt to pass on, but on a practical note, it might ease their minds and help them focus. On a less practical one—he isn’t a heartless man. No one is happy with this outcome.]