Zero Escape: VLDR - Calm Before the Storm

[Cyantic]

Stop playing me for a fool, Captain. Your story makes no sense at all. Really. A massive break up somehow flies under everyone’s radar, security exists as both some level of significant importance but not really, AND there’s somehow the idea that if this was all true that these two... factions wouldn’t do anything to buy in.

Utter. Nonsense. Let’s be honest, Captain. What’s this about?

[XerxesLeFan]

Don't make him mad at you....he is flying this thing...

[Cyantic]

... like I said, I’m a pilot too. If he can fly this damn thing, so can I.

[LordofFail]

Can you fly in winds of 180 knots?


...I didn't think so.

Come, it's time to vote.

[Arcthurus]

Are you always this paranoid? Christ. What a pain. Whatever happened to just enjoying the ride?

[Cyantic]

I’d love to try. Now, the truth?

[LordofFail]

Everyone returns to the Seating area.

You may now post.

[LordofFail]

Listen here, Juror Five.

I have told you nothing but the truth.

If you believe it is a lie then feel free to visit the broken nation after the tribunal has ended and see for yourself.

[Cyantic]

You have not. Such a lie is just insulting. A tax accountant - who tends to be in demand when countries go through messy meltdowns such as in, oh, say Russia? - not knowing what would be a massive client area? Really? Get off your damn high horse and admit that you couldn't craft a story worth two pennies.

What's the truth?

[XerxesLeFan]

Mags, Mags. Come on. Stop.

[LordofFail]

Now, I shall explain the voting procedure.

You shall all take your seats and the dividers shall close.

You will still be able to speak with one another although the voices will be muffled so you will have to speak loudly to be heard.

Speaking during voting is discouraged unless it is an emergency.

Once everyone has voted, I shall announce the results.

This plane will not come down for a landing until a faction obtains the majority of the votes cast.

[LordofFail]

Juror Five.

I cannot say I understand the inner workings of the two factions.

Regardless, a decision must still be made, and a jury must still perform its civic duty and vote.

[LordofFail]

The storm grows closer...

The lightning coming from intense, towering convective clouds becomes more frequent.

But the air around the plane is still quite calm, serene even...

[Cyantic]

You didn’t even give us names. We all know the power players when a giant nation goes to hell - just admit it. It’s fake. Nothing here mkes any sense no matter what angle you try to play. What does any of this matter? Just stop pretending. That’s all you gotta do, Captain.

[Arcthurus]

What if we just refuse to vote? Indefinitely? What if we just say 'fuck you' in big neon letters and tell those blocs to shove it? What's your plan for that?

[LordofFail]

I'm a Foreman of a Jury.

Why should I know your names?

As far as I am concerned, your name is Juror Five.

[Cyantic]

The names of the party leaders, Captain. Stop taking me for a fool. I’m with Parka - I’m not voting. Fuck you.

[ryanyb]

Wait wait what juror am I

[LordofFail]

Forgot to mention:

Aeolus is holding a pool cue.

Electra is holding a baseball bat.

[ryanyb]

Oooh did you find a dart board?
We found a stray dart

[ryanyb]

I also found this cool puzzly code thing that apparently wasn’t there and then was there

[LordofFail]

"The current names of the leaders are not of your concern.

Nor are they mine.

They keep a low profile to prevent assassination attempts.

Especially after the last public leader of the Western Reformists was assassinated in October, 39 years ago."


Captain San Calixto points at Cam.

"You are Juror Eight."

[TheNiceOne16]

Theirs a dart board in the Rec. Room Cam.

[Arckas]

Hoo boy, this will be a show.

I don't know anything about what we are voting for. Is that going to be a problem?

[ryanyb]

Theirs a dart board in the Rec. Room Cam.

Ooo called it!