FINAL TRIAL

[whimsicalism]

[Alice eventually in, her own stilted way, tells everyone they should head to the elevator. The Storyteller was waiting for them.

How the teacup actually gets to the court room this time is up to anyone's guess but there's a slight difference now. All of the podiums are blank. You can stand where you'd like.

Maybe she just thought you'd all die from the monsters. Nursery Rhyme doesn't look happy when you arrive, either.]

Just what were you doing in there?! Well, I suppose that can be this trial. Discuss what you found first. Then we can see what the outcome of this round is.

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EVIDENCE

[whimsicalism]

[There's a lot this time, isn't there?]

[imozon]

What was with the library? It was all huge on the outside but then the inside was tiny.

BOOK FIGHT

[twinverses]

[Now that the Storyteller has a new shape she's planning on taking back the book by force. Maybe you should stop her.]

WONDERLAND

[twinverses]

[Time for... poetry reading?]

VOTING. ...by voting I mean. BELIEVING

[whimsicalism]

[Okay, so. I guess you haul the Alice doll to the hidden room.

Now. The question is. Do you BELIEVE?]

EXECUTION...of *DEATH*. AKA REVIVAL: I Believe In Dolls

[whimsicalism]

[The Alice doll begins to stir. She stands up, straightens her skirt and smiles at everyone with a curtsy. While the Apple Court kids didn't believe enough to bring Alice back from nothing, believing in someone you know being able to live in a body made for them was, well.

In the realm of belief, really.

As she stands up...your memories begin to return. Whatever bond that brought her back as the Queen gave her the power to keep the castle around without the need for the Nameless Forest.]

Thank you, my friends.

[

She takes the book back before turning to the IV stands. She glances at the bed before pulling up the cover entirely. There's nothing under there anymore but she doesn't want to think about it.]

Now, for the rest of our friends.

[Without ceremony she just. Pushes over the now un-tethered IV stands.

They crash and their colorful contents flow all over the floor. It's kind of gross! As is the flood of over forty voices coming from them. Some you recognize, some you don't. Soon the liquid vanishes as a whole group of friends and strangers show up in the foyer. Uh. Better go down to them before they start rioting.]