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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[onlythans]

[He's definitely here also, at least somewhat more bandaged up than he was when he reappeared from CYOA a few days back! Less overtly bloody. He's also wearing a brown coat today instead of his white gunbreaker one, over regrettably a crop top with "Baby Slut" emblazoned across the front. He's also slamming what is either a glass of water or straight vodka and showing no outward signs either way of which it might be.]

[voidshift]

[the crop top haunts me.

anyway the usual white coat is still here. it's just on rynlan, despite it being a bit short for him. it works.

he's keeping a close, 'don't do anything stupid' sort of eye on thancred. hold still you injured tank.]

[onlythans]

[fellas is it gay to wear other people's clothes to this saintly christian murder investigation out here in front of god and everyone]

[psynchronise]

[ gayer than the "baby slut" crop top, yes. ]

[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]

[psynchronise]

[ yes

but wearing another man's clothing is still gayer than the baby slut crop top UNLESS that is rynlan's crop top. in which case this is a peak gay reacharound of the clothing variety and it can't be beat. ]

[onlythans]

[last week we debated for 900 hours about bee fucking, this week we're debating 900 hours about whether rynlan "hair tentacles" dawnslight would be caught dead in a baby slut crop top and if so, under what circumstances. let's go]

[engineers]

[ this shirt is aging me. me, personally. if today wasn't sad and my son wasn't dead bixing would think its funny. alas. bixing glances him over briefly and then gives thancred a smile. ]

Take it easy today... [ on the drinking or the trial-ing? who knows?? but he reaches out and tweaks the lapel on the coat. ] And don't bleed too much on this, alright?

[voidshift]

He won't.

[said in what is very clearly a HE BETTER NOT sort of tone.]

[onlythans]

Oh, I don't get a say in it, do I?

[onlythans]

Between the two of you mother-henning, how much mischief could I possibly get up to?

[Well, he seems to be feeling better enough that his sense of humor's back, at least.]

You'll have it back in one piece, rest assured. But the same goes for you — keep your guard up, and don't overdo it.

[engineers]

Don't worry, I will; I'm not as fragile as people think I am.

[ he sounds a little fond when he says it, though, and also not offended at being called a mother hen. ]

And, I think you could get up to plenty of mischief, and there wouldn't be a thing any of us could do to stop it, if you so wanted. So thank you for not.

[onlythans]

Such faith you have in me.

[Says the man knocking back straight vodka without blinking.]

I'll be on my best behavior, believe me.

[engineers]

It's a positive trait as much as it is a negative one.

[ teasing... but more seriously: ] Let me know if you need anything, okay?

[cavaliered]

[she comes over here after she's done touching liquids with her tongue and lays on the floor. hi, what's up.]

[onlythans]

Were you just over there licking the questionable evidence?

[WHAT'S UP INDEED]

[cavaliered]

No. [she wasn't licking anything she was dipping her fingers into it and touching it with her tongue, thancred, god.] I feel gross.

[onlythans]

[there are so many tongue-related things i could say here but i've tortured gideon enough this week so i will refrain]

Nav.

[cavaliered]

I promise to not to vom on you.

[...]

Ow. [her finger is red. someone help.]

[preordain]

[ rest in pieces gideon we will always remember your three lost fingers ]

[onlythans]

What on —

[...]

GIDEON NAV SO HELP ME IF YOU LOSE ANOTHER FINGER — GO. RIGHT NOW. WASH.

[ #trauma ]

[polyglotti]

[Holy shit Gideon]

[greatvalue]

[gideon your fingies...]

[psynchronise]

[ GIDEON NAV. ]

[engineers]

[ completely unaware of this behavior my daughter is so smart and cool and definitely doesnt do anything she shouldnt do ]