Season 2 / Hikaru Suzuki - "Smooth Operator" [The Second Trial Projection]

Robert McCay

Robert’s breath hisses through his teeth. “Maybe y’should just make ‘em another one a’ The Hose.”

The young lady seemed to like it, right? Was she still conscious?

Hikaru Suzuki

The young woman is somehow still on her feet - or on a bar stool at least, further down the bar, distracted by something on her phone.

Sylas Grey

The offer of The Hose does at least amuse the reporter. “Ahaha, this is some weird margarita. Whatever, I like a bit of originality!"

Maybe they’re just an easily entertained person - they sit down on a stool of their own and rock back and forth with the mischievous smile of someone who has a secret they don’t want to keep. "Here - look, you didn’t hear it from me - but you’ll hear it from someone else soon… There’s a certain Cabinet minister who isn’t the perfect family man he pretends to be.” They give an exaggerated wink, as if this is some kind of news that’s meant to mean something to you, and then grab a straw from the bar to slurp up their Hose with.

Sylas Grey

Sorry. Another Hose is produced.

MILGRAM

Just as you’re beginning to wonder what it takes to end this projection, everything around you shutters into darkness. A breath, a blink, and then you’re once again standing in the relatively empty courtroom. Any injuries or other strangeness incurred during the projection has vanished in like fashion. It’s all finished, it seems, though the wardens still have to release the prisoner from the pathetic remaining restraints on the chair themselves.

As you’re all shooed away, down the long hallway and back to the core of the prison and your daily life there, all that’s left is for you to ponder what on earth all of that meant.

Hikaru Suzuki

Once again, Hikaru’s immediate reaction when waking up is to scan the room around him as the wardens unbuckle his restraints. Andrew, Robert… Sylas? The first two make a little more sense to him than the third, but either way it looks as if emotions are running a little less high than the last time he was in this position.

“…How was it?” he asks cautiously, rubbing his wrists to banish the phantom feeling of the straps around them. “You can say later if you like, just hoping no one, uh… died? This time?”

Robert McCay

“Hm? No, no one, uh, died. Made a bit of a fool a’ myself, but– the tuxes were fun?”

Robert seems more bothered by the return of the straitjacket’s restraints than by what he personally saw in the projection, though he’s not exactly jumping for joy, either. He shrugs and nods his head towards the cell block.

“I’ll say I left with some… mixed feelings, and a deeper appreciation fer the work of a bartender, hah. I don’t mind tellin’ ya more if y’wanna stop by my cell.”

Andrew Edgeworth

A projection crammed with information where no one got physically harmed at the cost of some sanity? It wasn’t exactly enjoyable, but being the least stressful projection he’s been in so far is a win that Andrew is willing to accept. It doesn’t really show much in his demeanor towards Hikaru, however.

“As Robert said, no one died. If you’d like to discuss what was in your projection, feel free to seek me out.”

Andrew’s tone isn’t cold, per se, but he’s definitely being more distant than Robert. Without another word, he takes his own leave.

MILGRAM

Projection complete!

The Wardens will judge as they see fit… but maybe you have a voice, too? [Voting is now OPEN.]

« Previous Page