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

[firstandgreatest]

YO, THE MARK ON THE GLASS IS BLOOD.

... Uh.

[ he has a thought. he does not want to say it. ]

[ontrend]

Whoa, seriously? That's surprising.

[refate]

[ the frown on his face is a slow, displeased one. ]

[teufelshund]

Ah! So, then perhaps someone who was coughing up blood that evening...?

[firstandgreatest]

Uuuuuuuuuuh. Um.

[ THATS THE THING HE DOESN'T WANNA SAY. ]

[teufelshund]

[ :) well, he's got you. ]

[voidshift]

...it could have been from something else, still.

[selfdestructs]

Oh...

[ her face just drops. upset. ]

[psynchronise]

[ .....






oh he doesn't like this. ]

[polyglotti]

Some of us were bleeding from our mouths without coughing too.

[Just. Pointing that out.]

And there's other possible explanations as well.

[hardrocklife]

[...]

[awol]

[ w e l p ]

[eleusinia]

Fuck I hate that I was right.

[reignite]

[ well guess who does have a thought and still under drink ]

Didn't your group have an issue with being sick and coughing blood?

[birdeater]

[ there's suddenly a shark in the (metaphorical) water ]

[firstandgreatest]

... I guess so.

It was getting rid of extra bones and stuff, and then was just coughin' when we got back.

[teufelshund]

They did! Some of us in the movie theater last night even saw it firsthand.

[polyglotti]

[Enter your mind palace and call out the killer again.]

I guess at least we won't waste more time looking for people wearing lipstick, at least.

[firstandgreatest]

... Hey, uh, Tuuri, didn't you and Lavi have some injuries that matched like me and Hunter? Are they still the same and stuff?

[outsidebones]

[wow rude.]

[toyska]

[Hm! Dislike.]

[cavaliered]

[there's like, a pause, where her expression contorts, and then:]

Which mark, the lip stain or the circle?

[firstandgreatest]

The lip one, dude.

The circle was just straight up the octopus for sure. [ WHY ]

[eleusinia]

The lip mark. The circle didn't have any color.

[ she holds out her wrist, which has similar-looking circular indents on it. ]

[greatvalue]

... Uh.

[help.]