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

[ontrend]

Would they have been expecting to find a dead body, though...? We all knew one was already here, and we also knew no one else died.

[...]

I think.

[SQUINTS AND COUNTS THE PEOPLE AT THE TRIAL TO MAKE SURE SOMEONE JUST DIDN'T JUST VANISH]

[awol]

Ideally.

[ we could dump it in the lava....... ]

[greatvalue]

What? Mandibles? No.

It's, you know, a snout? Ears? Two eyes? A horn on its forehead? Eight legs and two dozen eyeballs on its stomach? A spiderhorse.

[tearduct]

[

it's fine]

[anothen]

[ it's cause he thinks it's funny and not personal if Chandra really meant yeah I'm going to kill you then he'd definitely be offended ]

It is... Would that our beloved many named friend was given that care.

[preordain]

[ cool

as for the blood. does it just look like droplets? it was described like there's more so would it look like if someone is bleeding more and more heavily as they walk or at least something similar? and is it near any specific set of prints, like the larger or smaller ones? ]

[teufelshund]

[ looks... and nods. ]

Fair enough!

[ he'll let the virgin mary's hand feel him up, it's cool. ]

What are your favorites, for future reference?

[refate]

[ TWO DOZEN EYEBALLS?????? ]

I need a drink.

[greatvalue]

... Humans get weird about spiderhorses. Noted.

[awol]

[ a what? and what? hello?

/shuts eyes ]

[bookpapers]

[the way he's gonna demand a picture after this]

[toyska]

[You know

he's used to some pretty wild and creepy shit

but even he is like what the fuck man]

[engineers]

Oh, I have so many questions I want to ask you about this when we're done...

[hardrocklife]

Hm.

[He folds his arms.]

I suppose we'll need something to compare.

[eleusinia]

It really doesn't help that we're forgetting things left and right.

[polyglotti]

Can we please stop talking about spiderhorses?

[She might be uncomfortable because of her world's version of a spiderhorse. (CW: zombie related body horror and gore)]

[greatvalue]

... As long as he had fun.

[polyglotti]

[She's nodding along, because yeah, that sounds about right.]

[hellscapes]

Yeah. Plus we needed to feed all of them while you guys were in jail.

[ wouldnt it have been easier to free the people in jail. ]

[eleusinia]

[ she is trying so hard (no im just a dumbass) ]

As if we didn't have enough going on as it is?

[bookpapers]

...Huh.

[thinking...]

Uh, were Harrow, Ryo, and Faust friends with Cosmos though...? Like, would they have dreaded seeing another him?

[cavaliered]

[whispers like she's making fun of someone:] What's a fish...

[ontrend]

[greatvalue]

Spider sized isn't a thing. They're all different sizes.

[hellscapes]

[ nothing else appears to be out of place in the aquarium. no weapons, nothing that could have held a body down, nothing.

the blood trail mephisto is following seems to lead out toward the bar, but he cannot go venture over that way. that's for someone else.

meanwhile, ryo's blood droplets are a lot more in comparison to what mephisto is following. it's blood and water dripped everywhere amongst the footprints. it looks like yeah, someone was bleeding more as they left. it's not really near any specific set of prints since the prints are both heading the same direction, so the blood is spread amongst both as it heads out. ]