WEEK FIVE - TRIAL

[hellscapes]

Hello, deadlings. Ready to work double-time?

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, Cosmopolitan and Midori. 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. And he looks ready to fall apart.

The second, fresher Fieri is also still here. Why.

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 sixth trial! Over the course of the next nine hours, characters will have the opportunity to discuss, investigate and theorize about this week's murders! Characters will have time to examine the bodies 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]

[ what kind of shoes are they?

does the dirt look like its from the forest biome or somewhere else, like. idk. lava dirt. or beach dirt.

whats it clumping to ... ]

[hellscapes]

[ no, more like mouth tingly in the worst way. but the good news is it tasted slightly sweet! yayyy ]

[hardrocklife]

[hm.

he'll take off his gloves and roll up his sleeves. and go on in to gather up the burnt wool and broken glass.

anything else in here to note? any signs of something that could have started the fire, or any possible sources of the broken glass? is the biome window around here intact? (i'm assuming we haven't gone too far in so there's probably one like right by this fire?)

does the smoke of the fire just smell like burning plants, or is there anything else noticeable about it?]

[ragesqueaks]

[ he kind of goes "hehe" at the ruffle and nods in agreement. ]

I should be saying that to you! [ akira behave. ] But we'll keep an eye on her together.

[ as they both fail currently while gideon's doing some questionable shit in the background. ]

[hellscapes]

[ the blood is mostly concentrated on the back! as is the shredding. and there's a little bit of blood on the sleeve that had an arm in it.

which is to say yeah nothing surprising there ]

[outsidebones]

[she's going to look over the rest of his front to make sure there are no other injuries or evidence she's missed first.]

[hellscapes]

[ it looks like the forest biome dirt, yeah. beach dirt is just sand alli. i love you.

anyway he can't tell what it is clumping to exactly ... but it looks like dirt clumping together because something is sticky. ]

[hellscapes]

[ there does not appear to be anything she's missed on the front beyond what she's already found. ]

[preordain]

[ thumbs up

for the shredding, does it look like it could have been done by a blade or is that unclear?

he will also like. look at the inside of the clothes too, to see if there's anything there. ]

[outsidebones]

[cool. turning him over. what's his back look like?]

[cavaliered]

[.........

does the same taste test for test tube L]

[psynchronise]

Yup, sure do. [ his spot.... ]

Sounds like we've got ourselves a lunch time picnic then. Gotta keep the energy up for crime solving, right?

[hellscapes]

[ everything's been emptied pocket wise so there's nothing inside!

and yes, the shredding does look like it could have been done by a blade. ]

[teufelshund]

[ tosses them up to him! and reaches into his pocket or wherever he's carrying this shit again. ]

Let's see. Sweet or salty?

[hellscapes]

[ i'm glad you asked. once harrow manages to turn kon over, she'll see some scattered and faded bruising along the back.



but probably more importantly, she'll see a whole smattering of bloody, messy stab wounds. ]

[firstandgreatest]

[ listen i wrote sand at first but then i wanted to keep the dirt scheming going in the sentence so i changed it. beach dirt.

poking it. how sticky is it exactly. does it smell of anything. ]

[tearduct]

Nah, I'm fine, I'm fine. I'd never do anything dumb.

[Said with a hand full of straight vodka.

They are both oblivious to Gideon fucking licking MORE questionable shit out of a test tube behind them. Already failing at their tasks, what else is new.]

Okay, deal.

[hellscapes]

[ well. i'll be nice and mention that when she dips her fingie in it gives her a burning sensation immediately. does she still lick it. ]

[onlythans]

[first of all i look good in this shirt and second of all i look good in this shirt and THIRD of all i look good in this shirt so tell me i don't look g]

[ragesqueaks]

Yup! We'll take a break and we can have lunch together later. I don't think I brought any drinks though. [ whoops. ]

[preordain]

[ cool

also to double check, the blood on the arm sleeve is it in any particular type of pattern? just a spot of blood or does it look like he bled through it from an injury on his body? ]

[engineers]

[ lu bixing stops in the middle of this investigation and squints into the distance because he has a very bad feeling that someone just practiced bad lab safety and did something stupid

but that definitely wouldn't happen!

so bixing ignores it and goes back to investigating. okay!!! so!!!! feet. he will put his foot near one of the prints for comparison. are they full prints? is it all from roughly one size of foot, or does it look like there are multiple? he will measure these like a fucking nerd also and take down the measurements for use later. do they lead to that larger impact spot?

as for the larger impact spot. it's by the window - is the window broken? is there any sign of someone touching the wall of the biome/grabbing for the window? any blood on the wall... of the biome i dont know how that works. is there anything in the dirt over here besides the impact print? he'll take a pic of this part of the scene too. ]

[ragesqueaks]

[ catching! and squirreling it away for later, thanks. ]

Hmmm....what've you got that's salty? Date brought sweets.

[hellscapes]

[ no ive assigned you as not knowing sand now

it smells sweet... it's not the stickiest thing in the world, but that kind of gross gummy sticky sensation of something sugary that dried up ]

[cavaliered]

[this is so funny

no, she won't lick it if it burns. she's in so much pain already that it almost doesn't even bother her, she just makes a face and shakes her hand out. she corks it again and puts it down, and then goes to lay down somewhere.]