THE TRIAL

[idolpro]

Who: Idols: Courtroom Edition
Where: Day 68, Morning
When: Soon after the hellscapification intensification

[ the alarm on your phone goes off: a game. do you really want to go to the Game Tower, now?

well, you don't get a choice. it's like the floor drops out from underneath you, a wrenching feeling in your stomach as you fall through what ought to be solid floor but now is permeable. you fall.

and land on a platform.

You're in the Game Tower, you can tell by the view outside the windows. but the floor you are in has been cleaved down the middle into two halves. a black abyss separates them, too wide to cross though you can see and shout across. each half is, recognizably, a bastardization of a courtroom. avante en garde, pep!pep!, WILD CITY, and ☆ZRAEL occupy one half; AlcheME!, Taisho Roman Revolution, sensitIV and future is now, the other. For those that were monochrome or silhouetted, you'll find at your feet an accessory for your unit-- in this moment, putting it on will center you. It may not do much for your physical condition, but your mental clarity and emotions will return the moment you don it.

raised above the rest of the courtroom, a good sheer second floor balcony above the two halves is the long desk of the presiding judges, Heart Soldier Senshi and BAD END=DEAD END. Exael and Mukuro are nowhere to be seen.

Court is now in session. ]

[ OOC: Please only tag into the mingle and your specific trial. You can watch the other trials, and yell in the mingle thread, but you cannot interfere in the arguments between teams in the trial threads.

TRIAL HEART SOLDIER SENSHI presides over:
avante en garde, pep!pep!, WILD CITY, ☆ZRAEL

TRIAL BAD END=DEAD END presides over:
AlcheME!, Taisho Roman Revolution, sensitIV, future is now

Each unit has three hours to make their cases. ]

Comments

[syncintohell]

This is not the field on which I wished to face you.

[ Arms folded, tense. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Are you fucking kidding me? This is the exactly the field where I'd want to face you.

So don't give me anything but you're fucking best!

[syncintohell]

[ takes the cue, reflexively. One theatrical bastard to another: ]

Kakaka! So even now, you find this desire within yourself! I wonder— are you truly acting your unit's best interest now, or for the sake of your own ego?!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Excuse me! Did you not get the memo? We're on the fucking mad scientist unit.

The only things we care about are data, the pursuit of knowledge, and our own fucking egos.

[syncintohell]

I think it is you who did not get the memo! Our trial is not that of Heart Soldier Senshi's— the accusation is not that of image! Rather, it is of sabotaging our own unit's well-being, for the sake of divided loyalties! Are you more loyal to ego than your own unitmates lives?!

[ Ace Attorney pointing, like no one ever taught him that was rude ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You talk like those two things are mutually exclusive. I can be fucking loyal to both, and I'll prove it.

But can you say the fucking same? You who thinks the will to survive puts us on the same base level of animals? What are you loyal to?

[syncintohell]

I am arguing now, am I not? I may not care for my own life, but I am not simply going to throw away the lives that mine has been shackled to! For what reason would I be arguing, if not for them?!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

"Shackled to". Is someone feeling a little resentment. That can't be good for cohesion.

1/2

[syncintohell]

It is only you who thinks that way! Though we may have been chained by an outside force, these are chains we have borne proudly and they are not so brittle as to be broken by cheap words!

2/2

[syncintohell]

But you were so eager to jump into the argument, while you have so many of your own unit here with you to defend— I still have not heard a good defense that says you are doing this for them. Do you even have an awareness of what they want?!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes. A couch actually.

After the game where Yasuragi jumped in to save his unitmate, I asked my unitmates if they would want me to do the same in their position. And then we decided to get some decent fucking furniture to treat ourselves after the fact.

Bitter irony that the discussion about unit cohesion is what brought this all about in the first place. If you do believe a fucking couch can cause---

[Waves a hand in mockery at the courtroom around them]

This.