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

[engineers]

He doesn't remember --

[ for once, he's the one being impulsive and stupid and like, tugs against lin jingheng's grip like he can get free. ] He doesn't remember, he lost it.

[voidshift]

What are you talking about-

[there is so much stress in this fucking room. his ears are basically laying flat.]

[engineers]

Lavi killed Cosmos.

[ flatly. ] People have been losing things all week. Senses. Memories.

[voidshift]

Don't just say it like that.

[ugh. fuck.]

[awol]

That's precisely what it is.

[engineers]

[ a little sharply: ]

How else would you like me to say it, Rynlan? The truth is ugly.

[cavaliered]

[haha! when she hears this, her arms twitch, her sword swaying.]

[firstandgreatest]

Come on, man, don't start swingin'.

[eleusinia]

[ she's a little shaken after the last couple of minutes, but... she goes over to gideon, and she doesn't say anything, but she lifts a hand and stops right before she lays it on gideon, and gives her a look. ]

[awol]

[ the fingers on his shoulder twitch tightly... and then will keep holding on. because you are not going anywhere. ]

[anothen]

[ well, time to drink a little, i guess ]

[psynchronise]

[ a little?

man. ]

[eleusinia]

....................

How long have you known?

[engineers]

I just figured it out now, when I started talking to him.

[selfdestructs]

The effect...

[ MY ICONS WONT LOAD HELP ]

[greatvalue]

[...]

[eleusinia]

...

Lu Bixing.

[engineers]

I know - I know. I wouldn't say it, if I didn't - I don't want it to be true, but I'm not going to look it in the face with ignorance, either.

[failbo]

...oh. Well that's...

[For the first time a far more pensive expression, more fitting than the cheer or the uncharasteristic annoyance he showed during the trial, crosses Filbo's face]

...that's pretty rough.

[polyglotti]

[WELL THIS SURE IS SOMETHING. A part of Tuuri wants to just scream, but like always, she shoves that down deep in her heart. Instead she breathes, and then she speaks.]

You were asking about CPR before. Do you think it could have been an accident?

[greatvalue]

Or he forgot. Right after it happened.

[engineers]

It could have been.

[ to tuuri, first; ] It could have been that he hit the real one while trying to hit the fake one. Or, what Hunter said, too. That he hit him and forgot, and found him.


[ THIS IS THE MOST FUCKED UP GAME OF WHACK A MOLE IVE EVER HEARD OF, YAYWON ]

[greatvalue]

Could be he couldn't tell which was which, either. But the end result's the same.

[toyska]

[Not to mention the fact that octopus!Nameless also attacked regular Nameless, but--Childe isn't going to point that out because, as he mentioned to Harrow, he doubts people will be swayed from their voting choice anyway.]

[polyglotti]

Either's possible, but I- I can't-

[She's tearing up a little.

She doesn't want to believe Lavi would murder on purpose.]