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.

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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).

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[ she will do that, thank you... well. she's doing to check all the topping containers as well, also checking the counters and any where you could stash something behind the counter.

oh yeah. about those red spots that are not strawberry syrup. she'll snap a picture of those. about what size are these splatters?? ]

It's always feet....

[ itto closes the door to his candy mind palace to enter his foot size mind palace. feet and footprints of various sizes swirl around him. he gets the feeling that while he can't tell an exact size from this smudged print, he can definitely tell it was smaller than his... and maybe he could learn more if they did a feet check, though it still wouldn't be a perfect one.

there's nothing stashed anywhere, but while she's looking behind the counter, dva will find a test tube near a wall!

the red spots are like a smallish sized splatter. it's not a significant amount of it, but enough that it was probably not a baby cut. she can tell it's not strawberry syrup because since they're smaller and splattered, some of the spots dried a darker, reddish-brown color. there's a bit of red on the floor in the same area as well, but that one isn't dry yet... ]

[ what if this is all i ever wanted to know about feet and never want to learn any more? I think that's a fair assessment.

well, apart from ice cream and a blood trail, is there anything else on this floor.

AND LOOKING UP AT THE CEILING. ]

[ welp! she is taking that test tube, thank you. is there a letter on this one??

as for the red on the floor, is it the same size as the splatter(s) on the counter or different? snapping a quick pic of that... also if she touches it with her finger is it sticky? like syrup or would she be able to deduce this is just potentially fresher blood? ]

[ ice cream, sprinkles and other toppings, the red trail, and the messy foot print is all that's on the floor now that dva picked up the tube.

itto looks at the ceiling in paranoia.......a fat glob of ice cream that was stuck to it falls down and hits him straight in the face. it's rum raisin.

there's a c on the cork of the test tube dva picked up! wow.

it's about the same size. if she touches it some of it is regular blood texture... but some of it is sugar sticky. ]

[ MAKING A BLEH FACE ]

This is the worst freakin' flavor, man!

[ what about ...... the walls. ]

[ some of it is sticky... like it mixed with the ice cream that's all over the place?? i am probably thinking way too hard about these splatters...

she doesn't see itto get slapped with ice cream, just hears it. ]

There's blood splatters over here, but the ones on the floor are slightly sticky? Hateful, actually. This place is such a mess.

[ are there any sharp objects hidden behind this counter, if there is space under it, she will get down to look there, using her phone flash light to shine under there. ]

[ there is some splatter of ice cream on the walls. maybe this one isn't rum raisin. maybe it's coffee bean flavored. he should taste it.

the splatters aren't really mixing with the ice cream. it's just that some of the red liquid feels stickier in a sugary way, and some don't. how weird. anyway, there's nothing hidden behind the counter or under it, even when she checks with her phone flash light! ]

[ hes not going to taste it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

okay because its break I will be brief so. I'm worried about missing something obvious. Is there anything else on the windows of the front of the place, or the door. Just the trail leading outside? ]

[ like syrup?? i will leave this alone now, i swear, my brain is just very small right now...i am sorry.

doing a quick check of all the bowls and cones, making sure nothing is off about those. and then checking all the seating, if there's any spots/splatters/or other evidence. ]

[ there's nothing on the windows or the door. maybe some stray ice cream.

there's nothing in the bowls and cones either, and nothing in the seating except probably some of the ice cream splatters. maybe a stray chocolate chip topping. ]

Think that might be it?

[ I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE TO EVEN CHECK. The ceiling again, in case it changed in the last two comments. ]

Maybe? I hate to think we're missing something...

[ actually....are there any trash bins/cans in the shop? or even outside of it?? ]

[ a second glob of ice cream hits itto when he looks at the ceiling again. this one is made of red beans. rip.

there are trash cans but there is nothing in them!

you're fine. you can go ]

WEEK FIVE - TRIAL

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