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superhell2023-03-03 11:18 pm
hellscapes) wrote in superhell2023-03-03 11:18 pm
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WEEK THREE - TRIAL
Hello, deadlings. We're right back at it, huh?
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 Bloody Mary, Malibu Sunset and Rosé. With them is also a cut-out of Guy Fieri, dressed as a (sexy?) samurai with a bunch of cool flames cut out of construction paper glued to his back as he walks away from an explosion. He is also holding a sign that says "YOU CAN SOLVE IT!" However, there are now paper tears glued to his face as well.
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 fourth 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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- idk are there any stains or rips on that sash.
- checking the crab tools. any damage or stains on these many crabby tools?
- can he peek at the notebook...]
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The sash is all intact! Looks like it's made of fabric, and he had sewed pockets for the stuff to carry. If he's going to have this in hell then may as well make it useful! Nothing to report, no stains or rips.
No damage to the crab tools!
The notebook seems to be filled with all kinds of random thoughts the caliber of 'my vibes are 10/10 i guess???' so yeah, looks like there's nothing of great importance. Looks like Filbo tries to use this to just jot down anything that gets his attention, especially when it relates to humans. Too afraid of disappointing others to risk forgetting stuff about them. Other than that, there are clear signs of pages having been torn from time to time, but it doesn't seem like anything is missing in the thoughts themselves, so looks like the pages were torn time ago]
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Yo! Pat down time. That cool?
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[Filbo looks at himself for a moment because he's pretty sure he can't hide anything on him -- wrong, Filbo, you could be hella bruised and nobody would know unless they touched -- but he nods anyway, still feeling guilty last week he was against most checks]
Sure! Go ahead, I suppose!
[Pat down! Nothing wrong, seems like! At least it doesn't seem like Filbo has tender injuries on him]
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So today is a nine]
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