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

[anothen]

What is this?

[ The flower-shaped thing, he points. ]

[firstandgreatest]

Couldn't hurt to check anyway.

[anothen]

[ cool. ]

May I give you a patting?

[ontrend]

My makeup kit!

[he opens it up]

[refate]

Yeah. Give it a shot. [ might as well ] His injuries being what they are, I don't think there'd be blood in his lungs or internal bleeding to cause there to be blood otherwise.

[selfdestructs]

[ :shakes: hi dad ]

[anothen]

[ cool ]

May I pat you down, Sir Lin Jingheng?

[bookpapers]

[Lavi is sitting on the end table, though he'll get off if anyone wants to examine it.]

Pretty sure the blood puddle's where the Octo-Cosmos was. It looked to be around the same size when I looked, though someone can see the photos.

[cavaliered]

[she tilts her head back, thinking.]

Are we still on the drank the persuasive drink to make an octopus do whatever you want it to thing? The blood lip stain was on the one with water, wasn't it?

Didn't the perfect circle one have the orange tasting drink? That one is the persuasive one, isn't it?

[or are we both wrong]

[awol]

[ watches over quietly. ]

[awol]

[ nods ]

Let me know if you need an extra hand with it.

[voidshift]

Lin or Thancred.

[for time's sake since we're at an hour left then if either of them is free we can assume he'll let them do it. there's not going to be anything immediately noticeable as off from a patdown.]

[anothen]

These are nice bones.

[ that's all he has to say to this ]

[cavaliered]

[STOP THAT'S A BETTER PLACE THAN THIS RIGHT NOW]

[ontrend]

[???]

Broken how...?

[toyska]

[Hi he's here to double-check The Real Nameless's body rq. Is there any blood on or near his mouth? He'll carefully open it if needed. He's just wearing his regular gloves not fancy science gloves]

[polyglotti]

Sure.

Also keep in mind, everyone saw us come back injured. Everyone saw you two coughing up blood and myself and Hunter bleeding from our mouths. If someone is trying to frame people, it's possible they bit their lip before drinking from that glass.

[It's a stretch, but a lot easier to believe than "someone convinced the octopus to look like another person to frame that other person for murder."]

[onlythans]

And who do we think consumed each of the three drinks? We suspect the octopus had the persuasion drink, if memory serves, but what of the other two?

[anothen]

Thank you, Sir Rynlan.

[tearduct]

Sure.

[Raises his arms up. But to spare you, I will say there isn't anything felt on him. The only wincing he does is on his back and shoulders.]

[voidshift]

From impacts, it looked like? It was all a mess, but it was also all roughly where it should have been, so it didn't seem like someone throwing things around...

[teufelshund]

[ mmhmm. ]

[hellscapes]

[ none blood ]

[firstandgreatest]

Yeah, I guess so! But there's a lot of evidence, dude, and some of it has to be real! So we gotta figure out what's actually real instead of bein' like, everything is a frame job, yanno?

[refate]

[ curls his lips in for a moment while he assesses lavi because the binch went off on invest injured but also ]

No arm or missing tentacle, in all the broken furniture? Was it all just... smashed?