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]

Dunno! If you wanna smell it and find out, be my guest. I tend to assume lipstick when I think of lip-shaped smudges on glasses, though.

[tearduct]

If they gave him CPR, it could be blood.

[cavaliered]

Isn't it?

[there's no blood or anything, but it does look like it's been used recently! it's also been sharpened recently.]

[ontrend]

So is there a weapon out there somewhere that we just haven't found yet, like at the onsen or wherever, or... is someone hiding things in their room again?

[cavaliered]

[the bruises are like, from earlier in the week, it looks like. no tiny cleaned cuts or anything like that.]

[hellscapes]

[ it's red and it's vaguely in the shape of lips. it doesn't have any sparkles!

anyway it smells slightly metallic :thinking:

if he were to compare it to a tentacle sucker... it might... in fact... be the exact same shape :o ]

[outsidebones]

Persephone, what lip color was Kuranosuke wearing?

[she trusts a lady...]

[awol]

[ oh frown ]

[firstandgreatest]

[ pulling his own coat to the side!!! yeah!!!!! ]

We match! So cool ...

[refate]

So nothing that we have on our persons, currently. [ hm. ] If nothing comes up on these investigations... we could see if they'd let us check dorm rooms, but we'd have to narrow down the list, I imagine.

[hellscapes]

[ there is nothing on the ceilings.

they return to the lobby. it does look like most furniture damage was from impact, but there are a couple scratches as well.

there are no drawers in here! how convenient. ]

[awol]

The latter is very likely. Wouldn't hurt to look into the names of everyone doubled up on the checks, would it?

[greatvalue]

[The puncture marks and the neck scar seem to be about what he saw after the CYOA return, yeah.]

I'm gonna. After we're done with this. [It's been a bad 48 hours.] ... Could be worse, anyway. So it's fine. Don't worry.

[awol]

We do have a fairly small one already. Could start there.

[ontrend]

Just Lavi...

[a beat.]

Wait, no, I griped about it to Date yesterday after we found out about... you know.

[toyska]

[Pondering...]

Are we sure it was dragged? It seems ludicrous to think the octopus could've made it into the bar by itself, but...

[BUT EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS CASE IS ABSURD so like]

[teufelshund]

[ looks over at itto with the glasses ]

Well, I will if he doesn't.

[anothen]

[ yes, may he look at this harpoon... are there dents? any scratches recently? is the harpoon still pointy and sharp? if he were to look at the whole thing at every angle, are there dents? ]

[firstandgreatest]

[ im sorry i've exhausted all other sense options but he's gonna take a picture of the shape of it (i dont think he'd be smart enough to do this but I refuse to destroy evidence) and then







hes gonna fucking taste just a little bit of it. NOT GOING TO DISTURB THE ... OUTLINE? please help i have no choice in this matter. ]

[voidshift]

[okay okay okay cool. is anything in here wet? just checking.

he takes a picture of the scratches. are they on a piece that's small enough to bring back without hauling a big piece of furniture? is it just a couple stray scratches on different pieces, or more concentrated? how long are they.]

[refate]

I'm fine with handing my key over to someone if they want to check mine and Uriel's room.

[ their print lists... ]

[engineers]

[ nods ]

Okay. Thank you, Kuranosuke.

[hellscapes]

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:3c its blood ]

[preordain]

[ he just looks at wherever harrow is ]

[reignite]

[ well i'm about to make it your problem, or at least Uriel is ]

I'll pat him down.