superhell | WEEK TWO

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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Actually, every time an octopus regrows an arm, it has to regrow a whole new miniature brain and a new network of neurons to do it - it's up to 40 million per arm, I think? Each arm has its own tiny brain, and then the main octopus body itself has a slightly larger brain in their head for a total of nine.

[ octopus facts with bixing the science king

he pauses. ] ...If the one on the table is not him but in fact the octopus, and they find his arm somewhere, there's a not small chance it could still move around.... though, I guess I don't know how that works with a shapeshifting octopus.

[ hateful ]

[ closing his fucking eyes, not because lu bixing is a nerd, but because this has terrible implications that just keep getting worse. ]

The arm can only really survive on its own for a few minutes without oxygenated blood supply, but, everything is strange and the rules are made up here, so, who knows. Worst case scenario, but not implausible.

It's a hellspawn octopus that scuttled around as a ventriloquist dummy to try and steal our souls. I wouldn't put it past the fucking thing to still be functioning somewhere out there and already growing itself a new body.

Well, it's not a starfish.

[ yikes ]

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

Afterlives...

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

That thing had better actually be dead.

God, I hope so.

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

Huh.

I hate that, actually.

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

"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 ]