Initiative.

[trustwellness]

With your course of study officially completed, for better or worse, there isn't much left for you in the courtroom itself; the elevator will take you back down to the first floor, where you'll be left off – it won't take you any lower than that. But then again, perhaps it doesn't need to. Take some time to reorient yourself, to be grateful that you didn't die, to do whatever it is you need to do – however, if you return to the main part of the building, away from the dorms... Well. There's something waiting for you in the foyer.

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[matchbreaker]

[ . . .

YOU KNOW WHAT ELDA is taking out one of the gummy tails.

she's going to look at it a lot more closely now ]

[trustwellness]

[...And...do what, exactly.]

[matchbreaker]

[ ... Spin it around a little. Poke at it.

... Smell it.

She assumed it was candy, but is anything up with this gummy other than you probably shouldn't eat it? ]

[trustwellness]

[I mean, it is what it is. Depends on what you mean by "is anything up with it."]

[matchbreaker]

[ Does it actually look like it's made of edible material? Or is it more like plastic-y? ... Does it feel sticky?

... She considers offering it to someone to lick, but that also seems dumb.

Um. ]

[trustwellness]

[...Probably edible, albeit kind of sparkly in a way that food is usually not.

...ARE YOU GOING TO VERB THE NOUN WITH THIS THING, ELDA, OR ARE YOU JUST GOING TO LOOK AT IT FOR A WHILE.]

[feistytrader]

[...Fuck it, you know what?

He's eating the fucking gummy tail, here's hoping he doesn't fucking die.]

[trustwellness]

[.......................

Uh, well, you won't die? Not much else is going to happen either, other than "that thing is wicked gross-tasting", but you very much won't die.]

[feistytrader]

[...Well, damn. Experiment number two, he's walking up to the nearest corpse... slowly, because he doesn't want Noir/Kageshirou/whatever to fuck him up.]

[trustwellness]

[...]

What the hell are those, anyway?

[I MEAN, ASIDE FROM SOMETHING THAT PROBABLY DOESN'T BELONG IN YOUR MOUTH.

she'd ask kirei but kirei's already confirmed that he's got no damn idea, so- ]

[feistytrader]

I don't know. You want to try one? They taste pretty gross.

[trustwellness]

...You really know how to sell things, don't you.

[feistytrader]

Don't you have a sense of adventure?

[He'll hold one out.]

[trustwellness]

I never said I didn't.

[That said, no.]

[feistytrader]

...Do you mind letting me see Gold's body? He'd totally be here for putting weird stuff in his mouth if he wasn't a corpse.

[He says, as if that is a perfectly sane thing to say. Why Gold? Well, if this is gonna fuck up someone somehow, he better fuck up his someone, not someone else's.]

[trustwellness]

I'm not stopping you from approaching him.

[feistytrader]

[Well, in that case, since he's... probably not going to die, he's just going to shove a gummy in Gold's mouth. ...God he has to make him swallow it, doesn't he. At least it's not botched CPR?]

[trustwellness]

[And then...]

[matchbreaker]

I'll eat one if you eat one! I assure you, it'll taste like ash to me, so you'll see my gag and despair.

[ Ye p ]