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

[refate]

That means nothing in Hell. It can regenerate one way, why not the other, in our terrible lives?

[engineers]

Mmhm. Ancient Earth creatures could be pretty terrifying... and that doesn't even cover an octopus that lives in Hell, like Kon said.

[refate]

[ look at least kon was keeping it short and sweet but now everyone gets to deal with the nerds talking about octopi hell.

rubs his back a little consolingly but also "my bad" ]

[engineers]

Afterlives...

[psynchronise]

[ if you're going to barf aim at scaramouche in the corner ]

[hellscapes]

[ with harrow's fresh new pics



you are still comparing a picture. you can see it perfectly fine, but guys, how are you comparing a photograph to a hand size? ]

[refate]

[ makes a kind of "eh tomayto, tomahto" noncommittal noise that doesn't seem entirely convinced of the after aspect ]

[engineers]

....too much? Sorry, Lavi.

[voidshift]

If it's not, do you think it would just come back if we killed it?

[psynchronise]

"Ancient Earth" he says.

There are live octopus down at the market every day. I'm gonna think about this whenever I eat sushi forever now.

[ thanks ]

[toyska]

[Not if you eat them fast enough]

[engineers]

Think of it this way, Date! That makes you the apex predator.

[outsidebones]

[oh this is very cool actually now she misses the octopus a little.]

[ontrend]

You'll get your revenge on them for scaring you whenever you eat takoyaki...

[awol]

[ nudges!!!!

but ah there it is. the black ribbon he remembers. and the red bracelet just as uriel said.

there's a soft breath for a moment as he looks down at this... who mess and then takes his cigarette out of his mouth, ashing it and putting it out off to the side in his empty drink glass. he will check both hands, not touching them at first. how are they positioned after death? does it look like he was clutching at anything or are they in repose? ]

I'm sorry.

[ he will shift his investigation to go ahead and examine where the chest shifts. does it feel... like his ribs are broken or his sternum is crushed (thinking of it as a man who has broken and felt his own broken ribs on multiple occasions unfortunately).

and re: the clustered contact pressure marks, does it look like a cluster of someone or something pressing down with their fingertips? or their knuckles even (like punching down onto his chest?) ]

[psynchronise]

The apex predator of takoyaki everywhere.

[ that actually sounds kinda fun. ]

[psynchronise]

Shit, you're right. Every day's a revenge day.

[ontrend]

Exactly!

[psynchronise]

... Not that I'm sure I want to eat it again for a damn long time now.

[engineers]

That's the spirit.

[eleusinia]

[ I CRY my food

anyway uh persephone goes to check out the other mystery glass. why are you here now......... she will also sniff. ]

[psynchronise]

I might be on an octopus free diet for the next forever or so, though.

[ontrend]

Eat it. Establish your dominance over bastard octopi everywhere.

[greatvalue]

[oh that is so cool

screw the nightmare octopus but that is so cool]

[hellscapes]

[ his hands look fine, like they weren't clutching anything, but there are glass shards on them.

examining the chest further and doing a more thorough investigation of it, it does seem more like his ribs are broken with the way the ribs move. terrible for everyone involved. the bruising in the clusters looks bigger than fingertips or knuckles, more of a flat, wider shape that fans out at the tips. ]