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

[teufelshund]

Nope! But if I'm bargaining for a statue seat here, I don't want to put all my cards on the table right at the start.

[ragesqueaks]

Hmm....it's a good opening bid, but you're gonna have to do better than that! [ but he will take them anyway, thank you. ]

[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?

[ragesqueaks]

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

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

[teufelshund]

Fritos!!

[ragesqueaks]

[ okay, well, funny enough: ]

I don't think I've had those before.

[teufelshund]

They're crunchy corn chips from America with an obscenely high sodium content! Also very good with nacho cheese, though I'm afraid I don't have any of that with me.

[ holds them up for approval? throw? ]

[ragesqueaks]

Nacho cheese... [ this is a very good idea for later. he does come down from his perch a little to grab the bag. ] I do like crunchy, so you're on the right track.

[teufelshund]

Good, good. How close am I now?

[ragesqueaks]

Ehhh. Debatable! You can probably have one of the lower seats.

[teufelshund]

I'll take it!

I couldn't find any here, but I highly recommend Spicy Sweet Chili Doritos if you ever get the chance!

[ragesqueaks]

[ those sound delicious actually, and it's obvious cosmo thinks so. ]

Are they really spicy?

[ but they gesture to one of the lower statues. mephisto may have a sit if he likes. it's still lower than the top seat and cosmo's own seat, but it is there. ]

[teufelshund]

Not super spicy, but the sweet chili flavor is excellent!

[ hell yeah he's coming up!!

i hope this is a statue hand and the virgin mary is just copping a feel now ]

[ragesqueaks]

[ well. it is now, that's the funniest possible outcome. welcome. ]

Are you more of a sweets person or a spice person then?

[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.

[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.

[teufelshund]

That's a shame. Don't get many opportunities to import things from elsewhere?

[ragesqueaks]

I don't think so. [ thinking about this... ] I don't really know much about where everything comes from here. It's just kind of always there? But Satan would probably do it if I asked.