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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[tearduct]

[clown shoes return]

[psynchronise]

[ points at himself?? ]

[greatvalue]

[i see.]

... Right. Uh. Thanks for checking, Harrowhark.

[refate]

Narrow it down further from there, I suppose. Check for any abrasions on the ankles or heels. Crosscheck with hands.

[ which he'll go get running now ]

[outsidebones]

...Yes, I know that.

[clearly she does not.]

[preordain]

Let's hope that they did.

[psynchronise]

[ it was sharknado don't be relieved ]

[preordain]

That would be for the best.

[firstandgreatest]

[ just coming back here for Questions ]

So what's the deal with this Octopus ... ? [ LOOKING AT. BODIES. ] Can it really do that?

[teufelshund]

So someone killed him while out of their right mind, attempted to resuscitate him once they realized what they'd done, and then their guilt caused the octopus to take on his form?

[anothen]

[ help ]

Didn't think to mention you had a second personality, Date?

[outsidebones]

Good, yes. Give those on this list a closer looking after.

[engineers]

[ opens mouth

closes mouth ]

Right. Just...making sure for my notes. So, that covers the higher end of our spectrum, right? Topping out with Rylan, with Gideon and I on the smaller end. Ten centimeters is quite a difference - we're looking at a pretty wide range.

It's at least a start.

[psynchronise]

[ .... slow blink.

he pats her shoulder. ]

This week is wild.

[ontrend]

...that's true, but...

[didn't enough people drink during the week to know what the effects were...]

[awol]

[ this face is just me char now crying and scratching my head but anyways thank you....



if he takes nameless' hand and puts it around his (nameless') throat... could it potentially be a match. just. curious. ]

[outsidebones]

What now?

[psynchronise]

I don't.

[ help ]

[ontrend]

[rip]

[hellscapes]

[ midori follows his gaze over to Nameless's body and a straight up octopus missing a tentacle. ]

Oh. Uhhh. Oops.

[hellscapes]

[







haha yeah. ]

[ontrend]

Right, yeah.

[on the other hand



they ARE in hell, so.]

[outsidebones]

Quite, without even considering the possibility that someone wore shoes that did not fit.

[cavaliered]

[she rubs at her neck.]

... Does she think I'm Ortus? [sorry someone else has to help with trial now because gideon is struck fucking stupid by all of this] This is the most insulting thing she's ever done to me, actually.

[tearduct]

[Puts

a hand on her shoulder in understanding briefly.]

It's okay. We can rule those people out.