THE RED ROOM

[iwant2protectu]

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[thefaceofjustice]

Wow, I didn't know prisons had such fancy lounges! I'm almost jealous of Prosecutor Blackquill.

[murimurimuri]

Is that the guy with the shackles? Prosecutors really are scary...

[thefaceofjustice]

That's right! Prosecutor Blackquill is a convicted murderer, but he's perfectly harmless while I'm with him.

[murimurimuri]

[Takes a seat and props his feet up on a pig.]

[thebabebowsout]

Dude, that's so outta place, where'd you even get that?

[murimurimuri]

From the circus. I'm an animal trainer.

[There's also a fat white cat sitting on the couch with him, a monkey climbing up the curtains, and a couple of hummingbirds buzzing around overhead]

[staunton]

[ Knightley sits down next to Simon, holding his ballot in his hand. ]

We should discuss these.

[murimurimuri]

[Pulling out the two ballots that he has and looking them over.]

Do you think the score is cumulative or by category?

[thebabebowsout]

Hoooly shit, it's like I stepped into another world or somethin'! What kinda prison is this anyway?!

[What are these shelves of things? Books or DVDs? Maybe video games?

Please not books. Please not books. Please not books . . . ]

[iwant2protectu]

[books]

[smellskindafishy]

[I'm uncomfortable I'm uncomfortable I'm uncomfortable I'm uncomfortable I'm uncomfortable I'm uncomfortable I'm uncomfortable I'm uncomfortable I'm uncomfortable I'm uncomfortable I'm uncomfortable I'm uncomfortable I'm uncomfortable I'm uncomfortable I'm uncomfortable I'm uncomfortable I'm uncomfortable I'm uncomfortable I'm uncomfortable I'm uncomfortable I'm uncomfortable I'm uncomfortable I'm uncomfortable]

[doggedpursuit]

[enters the room, preceded by the sound of his bell. His dog leads him over to a couch and he sits down. He holds his hand in front of Anubis's mouth]

You can drop it now.

[Anubis drops a chisel into his waiting hand]

Good boy.

[he wipes it off on the couch before pulling a piece of wood out of a pocket and starting to whittle at it]

[shellbent]

[Wanders in with ice cream.]

Sirhan Dogen, I am surprised to see you again so soon after our last encounter.

[staunton]

[ For some reason, Knightley can't shake the feeling he's seen this man before. That sound of a bell seems familiar, too, and it vaguely reminds him of a cold winter day.

...Maybe he's just imagining things. ]

Hey, you.

[smellskindafishy]

[this girl is standing in the corner, trying to avoid eye contact at all costs]

[murimurimuri]

[a monkey approaches!]

[fragrantcoffee]

[ He tries the so-called "white room" first, stepping inside with a frown and a disapproving hum. The decor seems too dark to be right - the chandelier appears with a light red hue to him, but everything else is a much, much deeper shade of the same. Did he somehow step in the wrong room after all, or was he deceived? ]

This isn't the Yellow Room, is it...?

[ It's more of a statement than a question, though he awaits an answer all the same. ]

[murimurimuri]

[Looking up from his cuddly animal pile]

...This is the Red Room.

[top_pomeranian]

[Pops into this room, and is surprised to see that it looks similar to the fancy room in the underwater moving machine. But now wasn't the time for sightseeing! He had to find Miss Kamilla and Miss Lynne! And if he was lucky, Sissel!]

[westdefense]

[ At the very least, this room meets his approval more than the place they all woke up in. ]

I anticipate our captors wish for us to fill out this ballot sheet but I'm having a little trouble thinking of [Read as: caring at all about] the last two choices

[thefaceofjustice]

[SUMMONED. Or likes to think he is.]

Trouble?! Are you in need of help?

[staunton]

Who are you going to nominate, Mr. Fancy-Suit?

[lawlyer]

( Props herself on a sofa, looking a bit disgusted. )

Too ostentatious. This is what I'd imagine the inside of old man von Karma's house to look like.

[staunton]

[ Shortly after the voting for the "most intelligent" round has begun, Knightley returns with Simon to the red room where they can discuss things in a more private space. He imagines people will be too busy out there to come back to this room, but just to be on the safe side he keeps his voice low to prevent anyone else from hearing their conversation and pats Simon reassuringly on the shoulder to make it seem like he's just here to console a friend in need. ]

[murimurimuri]

[Simon is slumping on the couch and petting Anubis. He's positioned the other animals as lookouts, though he hasn't bothered to tell Horace this.]