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]

Then you can go lick it, I guess!

[ what if it is critical. what if its like some nasty flavor no one except ryo would like. rum raisin. ]

[engineers]

[ bends time and space to respond to this because lbx actually has a weapon now

it's the pirate sword that he got

at the beginning of trial. he presents it so proudly. ]

[selfdestructs]

[ a gun! and also crab multi tool]

[hardrocklife]

[hm. all right.

well, he's gonna come over to see what lbx is doing. there's just this strawberry goo on his finger still.]

Smells like strawberry. Somebody stepped in ice cream, maybe...

[anyway, what's going on over here.]

[outsidebones]

Well. I do not know whether a sword did this or not. It was accomplished by stabbing, so knives are more likely.

[tearduct]

[Frowns.]

At least stab him in the front...

[psynchronise]

... for science, and decent drinks.

[ yeah! ]

[outsidebones]

I am not brave enough.

[cavaliered]

[sord]

[greatvalue]

[Flapjack chirps and hops up to sit on King's little skull head. Literal baby sitting.]

Good thinking. [A GOOD PUPPY...] Looks like you're both set for the rest of the trial.

[polyglotti]

[None weapons]

[teufelshund]

If he had a cut on his forearm, then it seems likely that he defended himself against his attacker, and wasn't simply attacked from behind from the beginning.

[outsidebones]

Would that really be preferable? He had only one arm, I think notions of an honourable fight are past us.

[failbo]

Got it, will poke her, then..

[Thankfully not literally. Still, he does kind of wonder...]

...so...what's up with the lack of uniform? Did that get revoked?

[hardrocklife]

[he presents his sword as usual.]

[tearduct]

[Shrugs in compliance but none weapon.]

[outsidebones]

Possible, but also possible he received that cut at some point while falling.

[cavaliered]

[she looks even more sour about this.]

[onlythans]

[Like last week he's still got these sick daggers but he'll also do Date one better and lift his shirt/bandages enough to offer a still-recent torso wound.]

This is what it looks like to be stabbed with one. If you're curious.

[Hey, at least he's cooperating this week?]

[greatvalue]

The last book. They have a baby and the werewolf falls in love with her.

[he read so much and he regrets it.]

[murderofwoes]

We still have them. But there's not much point to wearing them when all we're doing is standing nearby.

[failbo]

Can be harder than one thinks! I'd know, really!

[And he goes on to take the glass of straight vodka, drinks it, and just...give him a moment to cough, clearly not glad he drank vodka in one gulp, geez]

Oh grump, this was a bad idea, haha...

[tearduct]

Yeah, it makes them sound like even more a coward? Not strong enough to get him from the front when he's already missing one arm?

[The confidence of this.]

[murderofwoes]

I don't know how you even made it past the first three chapters. [ but, okay. fine. she'll bite. she has werewolf acquaintances she refuses to admit are friends. ] Why is the werewolf in love with the baby.

[firstandgreatest]

[ its a harpoon. here]