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superhell2023-02-24 01:25 pm
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WEEK TWO - TRIAL

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.
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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[ 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 ]
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[ the end result is the same. ]
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[she's just watching all of this happening at a distance, clenching and unclenching her fists.]
There's nothing to be done about any of it.
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he finally breaks out of whatever he was doing, just - staring at the chaos of what's happening, and wipes his mouth, jittering a little in place. ]
Just a system where we're required to vote.
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[she's not saying that they shouldn't, or even that it's right to vote for someone else, but just pointing it out.]
We must do something terrible but there is no requirement we do the specific terrible thing they ask of us.
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[but that doesn't mean it's a relief. it's not better to vote for someone just because you hate them. she's not actually that brand of asshole. just...fuck.]
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[She's tearing up a little.
She doesn't want to believe Lavi would murder on purpose.]
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He's not like that...he wouldn't just...
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I don't think it was intentional...things just got mixed up...
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[for what it's worth, he looks horribly upset, too.]
He... didn't hesitate to kill a fake. I don't know, Tuuri.
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