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

[outsidebones]

Why. Did something happen?

[she's got a drink with her from one of the earlier bars? it's purple.]

I brought this in case it was needed.

[refate]

The glass photo this time around looked like the aquarium, so I'd wager there's a good place to start.

[failbo]

Well, sure is a lot of glass in that new place we had for exploring. If it happened over there in the new places, then the aquarium would be a start.

[Maybe?]

[tearduct]

[Looks as confirmation, but then turns his head away in humiliation.]

Yeah.

[engineers]

[ thankfully lu bixing has currently lost the memory of the fact that every goddamn trial is an arms race so this is just normally horrifying. thanks!


im kidding (or am i). which arm is missing. is it missing entirely from the shoulder joint? from the elbow? does it look like it was neatly cut off or sawed off? what's the condition of the remaining arm. IS THERE AT LEAST ONE ARM? I DONT TRUST ANYONE ]

[onlythans]

I don't know, Nav, where was I during curfew? I can't seem to recall.

[sarcasm]

[polyglotti]

Well, thank you for that. I didn't expect to see blinis here.

[She's a little happy actually, a familiar food from home :(]

[preordain]

No, nothing in particular... but you can save that just in case,

[hellscapes]

Sure, why not.

[ they accept their tiny, cute fate. and hold out a hand for kitty. ]

[toyska]

[A nod to confirm]

[hellscapes]

... Apparently.

[ they are trying to sound annoyed here, but obviously... aren't. give us ya pets... ]

[outsidebones]

If you're going to do this, at least put more effort into it.

[god.]

We were in the onsen. Some others were in a different part of the onsen, but it doesn't matter very much.

[psynchronise]

[ there there... sometimes your teenage angst just manifests itself as a feral a/b/o boy apparently. ]

[firstandgreatest]

[ he's safe. THANK GOD.


itto tries to give guy fieri a high five with his broken, slinged up arm and goes "ow" ]

[preordain]

[ he pats his arm. ]

[outsidebones]

[she nods in understanding and puts it away for now.]

[awol]

He's normal now.

[ said with doubt. ]

[engineers]

[ pats him very gently on the back ]

[hellscapes]

[ why does he have a

you know what, that's none of their business ]

[bookpapers]

[i hope he dosed all of these with love potion (breaks skateboard)

lavi will wander over, looking Tired, but also food that's not alcohol or bar snacks!]

Oh, these look good.

[outsidebones]

[welp.]

Did it wear off once you woke?

[refate]

Oh, cheers.

[ this is a good idea, bringing actual food. also because they worked in the kitchen together he's like no this is good he'll eat this. ]

[psynchronise]

[ SURPRISE. ]

Sure. You caught them, you keep them.

[awol]

Probably wouldn't hurt to check where he was staying last night as well, the theatre.

[greatvalue]

I... guess? Persephone named her.

[persephone saving this cat from just being cat for, like, A While.

flapjack will pose for the picture, ftr. get his good angle.]