superhell | WEEK FIVE

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
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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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[HELP the NPCs are all so short today. He glances at Bloody Mary.]

... You really like that book. [This is like, the third time he's spotted her with it.

Also, he will eventually climb up to Cosmopolitan to deposit a bird next to him. Flapjack is the babysitter today.]

What's up with the basket?

It's the one I mind getting interrupted while reading the least.

[ if you guys need anything up on a shelf these npcs cannot get it ]

Because you've read it so many times already?

Yes. This is simply a way to pass the time between questions and requests so I don't have to watch you all struggle.

[ rude... ]

[the way he makes a face but can't say anything because he is haunted by hell's kitchen and bee fucking.]

Uh-huh. So what have you actually been reading lately? Not those... sparkle vampire books, right?

[the original twilight parody dns]

I burnt those. At the stake, for good measure.

[ so. no. ]

Good. [immediately.] Why would they make the werewolf fall in love with a baby...?

What.

[ hunter clearly read so much more than she did ]

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

[he read so much and he regrets it.]

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.

I don't know why I made it past the first three chapters.

[Those are so many hours of his afterlife he will never get back.]

He imprinted on her. The baby is his [ugh] soulmate.

You can't romance a baby.

[ she's saying this in case anyone here doesn't know. ]

You can't. [tiredly. nodding.] And you shouldn't write about romancing babies, either.

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[ he lets flapjack hang out, reaching up to pat the birdie. ]

Emergency rations! [ he will open the basket and show hunter that it is...a fuckton of tiny sandwiches for some reason. like an extremely abnormal amount. and a bag of chips for some reason. ] Nine hours is still forever.

[The birdie will allow this.

Though now Hunter is looking at this basket and wondering who packaged these.]

... That's. A lot of tiny sandwiches. They're all for you?

Mostly! But I made a couple for Flapjack, too.

[ he was thinking ahead. ]

[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.