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

[eleusinia]

[tearduct]

We might find something that fits while searching places. If... they bothered to toss it or something.

[ragesqueaks]

You got it. [ waving him off. byeeee date. ]

[preordain]

Well... we'll just see if we have to do a dorm check. Usually it becomes obvious at some point if we have to.

[teufelshund]

[ excellent, dw died for this sin ]

Both! It depends what mood I'm in. I do find that mixing them together is sometimes the best of both worlds, though! They make some chocolate bars with red chili pepper bits in them, you know.

[psynchronise]

[ the weedy's knife... ]

Someone pulling out a Weedy's knife after being asked about weapons would be kinda suspicious.

[cavaliered]

[her expression is very sour.]

Yeah. But not his. Smaller than that. The actual weapons are probably stashed somewhere.

[ragesqueaks]

As always. [ surprisingly (?) equally tiredly. y'all. ] Don't do anything dumb down there.

[outsidebones]

Well, yes.

[you guys...]

I'm not assuming they have it at trial.

[psynchronise]

Yeah, it's pretty early on. Hopefully we'll get more feedback from the investigating groups soon.

[cavaliered]

[SHE MEANS IF YOU MURDERED WITH IT, PERSEPHONE]

[psynchronise]

Yeah, I know.

[ gideon... ]

I said they were too big.

[gloomist]

[ heh. okay that makes her smile a little.

shadow slides him over another terrible tall glass of vodka. ]

[engineers]

[ he was going to type on his phone but his kids are giving him stress disorders so he also switches to voice to text to be losing his mind while they run around to investigate.

re: fingerprints. can he put his fingertips near one of them just to compare the size? and if that own't work he'll get his rainbow dry erase marker and scribble all over his index finger and then make a print on a piece of paper from his notebook and hold it up to compare the size - it's less about the marks/perfection of getting ridges and whorls or whatever and just comparing the size of the print itself, if it makes sense. ]

I wish we had a fingerprinting kit... [ mumbled, forlornly, by a man who is already at his limit at 3 PM but this is just flavor complaining.

also by both ends do you mean like the vertical part and the horizontal part? thank you for giving me this gift ]

[psynchronise]

That's what I'm saying. If we wanted to check for a knife size-- bar knife. If they have one.

[cavaliered]

[what. she's just reiterating.]

I know you did.

[failbo]

The introverts sure didn't seem like they were affected, especially during the first couple weeks.

[He thinks of Rosé immediately during the masquerade but at least doesn't bring him up because Rosé wasn't a torture target]

[psynchronise]

[ how injured is her head? ]

[hellscapes]

[ rum raisin... no, it looks like a lot of flavors.

the thin trail is bright red inside the shop! it does look like it could be from someone bleeding and moving to the outside of the store, yes.

for dva, there's still ice cream in some of the cases, but some have been overturned and thus ... they are walking in sticky ice cream floors. there's no hidden messages spelled out in the toppings, just sad sprinkles overturned, but there is some red splattered on the counter in a way that isn't consistent with strawberry syrup. ]

[onlythans]

[Well, since we're all talking about dagger stabs now and he seems to be Captain Dagger Stabs™, Thancred's coming back over to recheck something on the body.

Specifically, using his expertise as a dagger-user, can he check for angle of entry on how Kon was stabbed? Whether the stabber appeared to be taller than him, shorter than him, about the same size?]

[cavaliered]

[HELLO WHAT A RUDE QUESTION

i mean her left eye is covered with a bandage does that count]

[engineers]

Okay. I'll take your word for it for now.
I just want you to be safe, that's all...

[ :((((((((((( ]

If you touched one, did you get burned...?

[eleusinia]

[ ITS THE PRINCIPLE OF THE MATTER ]

L-look, I don't bring it because it's huge, not because I'm trying to hide it!

[ragesqueaks]

[ you know what, this is perfectly fine. cosmo is Invested suddenly. ]

That...sounds...awesome. [ big wide eyes of a glutton. and also of someone who is truly not paying attention to the trial like he should. ] Too bad we can't make something like that here. I don't think we can find them either.

[outsidebones]

[do NOT.]