WEEK TWO - TRIAL

[hellscapes]

Hello, deadlings. Wow. Just...wow.

You may have been wondering what you could possibly do in the aftermath of yesterday's beek. Your demons weren't entirely helpful, and it seems that there were no answers to be found. But on Saturday morning at 11am, you'll soon hear a sound coming from the dock. There's a large ferry waiting for you, and even if you resist you'll eventually find yourself compelled to climb aboard and set off on a short voyage. The islands around you look fairly blurry, but you don't go very far before you stop at a slab of land with two large buildings stationed. The Execution Bar is locked tight and you won't be able to head in that direction. Instead, once again, your feet navigate you to the building on the right as the door creaks open.

Inside is a bar. It's dimly lit in several places, but bright enough for you to see each other and navigate without running into the furniture. Tables and chairs are scattered around in front of the bar counter, and the floor is far less sticky than the bar on the other island. Stained glass windows decorate the walls depicting images of humanity's suffering, and concrete crosses and tombstones are gathered in the corners. The bar itself is fully stocked with all types of alcohol and mixers, along with an array of bar food to help keep your energy up.

At the head of the room lounging among the statues of saints and the Blessed Virgin are Blue Hawaiian, Cosmopolitan and Midori.

Above them hangs another hand-painted banner, sloppily thrown together.

CONGRATS ON YOUR TRIAL!
12pm - 9pm
Vote or suffer eternal damnation

You can try to leave, but the door to the bar has been locked. All of the windows are reinforced, and there isn't another way out. You've been called here for one reason...let the misery begin!

Hello, and welcome to your third trial! Over the course of the next nine hours, characters will have the opportunity to discuss, investigate and theorize about this week's murder! Characters will have time to examine the body of the victim and explore relevant locations.

There will be a mod-tag break between 4pm EST/1pm PST to 5pm EST/2pm PST. While the trial may continue and players can tag each other, mod-led threads such as questions and investigations will be on hold.

Finally, we have a voting page for characters to vote on the culprit! Please be sure to read this page carefully and that your vote is in by the time trial finishes (9pm EST/6pm PST).

Good luck, and have fun!

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Comments

[hellscapes]

The other stuff they give me is just as tasty. [ shrug! so they're not fussed. ]

[eleusinia]

[ yaaaay hugs. she gives him a little squeeze before pulling back and... thumping him on the back. except she's short so maybe she kinda thumps the shoulder lump instead? listen i just wanted to Interact. ]

[anothen]

There's no need to thank me. Cerberus is his own man. Dog. You get it.

[ Cerberus just vibes, really. ]

[teufelshund]

...Well, that's something.

[ snaps another picture! ]

Are we sure it's not the octopus?

[ he'll carry it back if he has to, but he's not volunteering now, so he'll wander back off to look at some other stuff nearby...

like... the dead fish, he guesses. holding his nose and looking at these sad fucks. are these from any particularly memorable display or just random fish? ]

[birdeater]

Given the circumstances? Just be fortunate I’m not asleep on the side all the time.

[tearduct]

[It was in this moment, he knew he fucked up.]

Just make sure he doesn't fall off...

[Will take his drink, his shame, and his tricked ass and go.]

[greatvalue]

...

Do you wanna talk about him? I mean, later. Not now. Obviously.

[hellscapes]

He's making friends! It'll be fine!

[ the cat does not fall off. probably. ]

[hellscapes]

[ the backs of his legs also have cuts. rough! but nothing new or unique there. the back of his neck is as unharmed as the front. the bruising of his chest and back and the cuts on his arms might reach his shoulders, but there is no injury specific to them.

no injuries on his feets. guess they were protected by the shoes you took off.

bruises tend to take weird shapes regardless of their source... but they could feasibly be round. but none of them wrap around in a, like, curling kind of shape, no. ]

[toyska]

I thought I might as well, if we're going to be stuck here no matter what.

[eleusinia]

Not very rebellious of you...

[outsidebones]

You've been given a sufficient warning, so I see no need to continue this conversation. The rest is your choice.

[astika]

You might as well be. It'd be more beneficial to us, actually.

[engineers]

[ IM SO PARANOID BUT OKAY okay this explains a lot. is the bruising just on the torso front and back, too? not the limbs (3 of them), and not on the sides? and reconfirming THEY AREN'T SUCKER BRUISES RIGHT

he'll carefully redress nameless and make sure his sweet little eyes are closed afterwards though. :( ]

[reignite]

I do.

[ nobody controls the cerb. ] I appreciate it, nevertheless.

[preordain]

[ whoa that's wild. hopefully this is the octopus and not the other guy anyway

ryo will take another picture, this one of the smudged shape so the others can see it. is there anything that stands out at the floor next to the tank? or is it just water and glass

actually speaking of water as he turns to examine it more he trips over the water again and just falls right into the tank ]

[psynchronise]

Nine hours without anything to eat is a lot, especially when we're running around.

[ ... ]

I did bring sandwiches, but uhh. They went to a higher cause.

[birdeater]

Okay.

[ goes to sleep ]

@ aquarium crew

[tearduct]

ryo, did u guys find anything yet??

[eleusinia]

Purple is close.

[hellscapes]

Could've called her Dahlia~ That's closer in color.

[ pets the kitten ]

[hellscapes]

[ the bruising is just on the torso, front and back, yes. they don't look like sucker bruises.

nameless is redressed, thank you, that's very polite of you. ]

[bookpapers]

...That'd be nice, yeah. [...] Thanks, Hunter.

[hellscapes]

I rebel when it matters. No reason to rebel against everything just to prove myself to some rando.

[tearduct]

[The skrunkly, patchy fur kitten sticks its head out. WOW EXCUSE. It mews at her.

It has a red ribbon around its neck!]