Final Week.

[legionofmods]

[Further instructions.

That’s the phrase that weighs on you now, as you enter a month of captivity. The last trial took out the trial room itself, and seemingly resulted in your host deciding to conclude the exercise for...whatever reason. If nothing else, even if that proves to be a lie, it’s a development. That’s the most you can hope for right now.

All you can do is wait. Welcome to survivorpool.]

(ooc note: welcome to endgame! your final investigation and trial will be happening this Friday-Saturday. there will be two groups for the final investigation which will be posted before then. thank you for your time with us, and should you have any questions as we prepare to close out the game, please let us know!)

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[masterbreaker]

[Rex... is not doing well after the trial, really. As soon as the trial is over with, and he narrowly manages to escape just being hit with...whatever those things were during the execution, Rex rushes his way out of the trial room, making his way to the kitchen. Somehow, he manages to pour himself a gigantic mug of coffee (though, it's just a regular sized mug to those who are of regular size) and just...

Sits on the handle, staring down at it.

Much, much later, however, you can find Rex in the foyer, idly looking through the different board games...well, bored, or something. What's clear, though, is he's definitely trying to keep his mind distracted from something.

The trial and the discovery of a certain LEGO's body seem to have him shaken up, for some odd reason. Even he's not sure why.]

foyer

[clawhands]

Hey, buddy! You don't look too good. Is everything alright?

[A familiar voice floats through the air, from behind Rex. If the LEGO turns around, he'll be met with a familiar face.

Two familiar faces, actually. Bad Cop/Good Cop are floating in the air, their body semi-translucent and almost vaporous. In one arm, they hold their intact head like some sort of LEGO-based headless horseman. Currently, Good Cop is facing towards Rex, and he offers a sheepish grin.]

[masterbreaker]

WAAH-!

[A shocked scream comes from the LEGO's throat, and he nearly falls over just from the sheer shock of having to hear the familiar voice he hadn't been expecting to be hearing anytime soon.

Rex turns around, looking the two ghosts up and down as he tries to find the words to say.]

Yeah-- I'm fine, uh...

You two... sure are ghosts, huh.

[clawhands]

[Good Cop flinches backwards at the shout, the head in his hands teetering precariously.]

Ah, yes. We're both dead.

[And then he begins manually turning the head around in his hands for Bad Cop to face Rex. It takes a few seconds and it's kind of awkward for everyone involved. Bad Cop clears his throat, scowling.]

So? What's your plan to get out of here, exactly?

[masterbreaker]

Not sure.

[He sighs, swiveling his hair piece out of his face. He leans against the box of a board game he had been looking at, rolling his eyes.]

Connor's been crawling through the vents trying to see if he can find a way out. I guess I can try and build somethin' to get outta here, but I'll figure it out. Heh, I usually do!

[clawhands]

Connor. [Said in an almost sullen tone.] Your raptor, I'm guessing.

[Head spin.]

I'm sure you'll figure it out! You master bui--er, breakers always know what to do! Even if it's inconvenient for our job.

[There's a brief pause, as if the cops were thinking about something they had to say. Neither of them seem willing to talk, however.]

[masterbreaker]

Yep. One of my many raptors. He's up in my room sleepin' right now, I don't want to go bother him.

[He notices the hesitance, and although the grin on his face as he talks about his raptor is wide, it's quick to drop to a more serious expression - one that seems almost uncharacteristic of him.

But he speaks up, although his voice is quiet.]

Sorry you won't be able to get out of here, though.

[clawhands]

Oh, it's really alright. I guess we'll just stay here and hope that President Business gets his plans done without us.

[Good Cop's smile falters a bit. He knows that to be a bit too true--it was only a matter of time before President Business got rid of either one of them to continue his plans. That's why they worked so hard to make an impact on his campaign--because if they were able to keep his power, then they had to have some sort of use.]

You said you wouldn't work for President Business. Why's that?

[masterbreaker]

I've got my own things to worry about.

[He leans against the gigantic mug of coffee he had managed to pour for himself, crossing his arms with the best uninterested look he can muster up.]

I'm not one to really talk too much about my past, however.

[He says that now, but.... you know what's coming next.]

Foyer

[tedioustrivium]

...Wanna spin the Life wheel aimlessly for a while too?

[Cause that's what he's been doing.]

[masterbreaker]

...Yeah.

[Hey, buddy! Didn't notice you there!]

[tedioustrivium]

[That's ideal, really.

He just spins the wheel on the life board then. That's fine.]

[masterbreaker]

[He's just watching the wheel spin for a few moments to himself.

Wow. Fun.]

Man, this sucks.