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

[polyglotti]

He-

[Her voice catches in her throat, and she looks to the clock. 8pm.

There's still time.]

-he's not involved.

[preordain]

Can you explain how he's not involved? Was it you, and then you admitted it to him on Friday? Or...?

[polyglotti]

...

[Well. She can't keep putting it off, even if she doesn't have what she needs yet. She'll have to rely on everyone else here.]

He was asleep the entire night. I know, I tried to wake him up twice.

[preordain]

Okay.

So, what did you do next? When he didn't wake up. Did you take the knife for protection and then move on? Or is the knife also uninvolved?

[hardrocklife]

Stop. That's not true.

[voidshift]

So you want us to think that the truth is-- what, that you couldn't kill someone with one arm without stabbing him repeatedly in the back to bleed out? Don't do something stupid.

[polyglotti]

[Ignoring Zel and answering Ryo]

He had told me, if I ever woke up and he didn't, I could take a weapon from him. To protect myself. So I took one of his knives.

But I didn't plan on using it! I was just going to hide until the night passed. It was like...a last resort. If I did get found.

[preordain]

[ he's also ignoring zel ]

Right. In that case, were you the one attacked? Or did something else happen?

[polyglotti]

Neither of us attacked the other. I was trying to make a good hiding place in the ice cream shop, but Kon found me there. It was tense, but once it was clear neither of us wanted to kill the other it was a little easier to talk.

I was about to tell him to find another spot to hide in, just in case there was another person awake looking for us, but my hand went to the knife on its own. And then...I can't really remember much after that. It's all gone, except for a couple blips here and there. I think he yelled my name at some point? And I remember I felt the burning on my skin from the chemicals, but I couldn't stop to do anything about it. I couldn't control anything. I couldn't do anything but scream.

The next thing I fully remember is sitting on Kon's back with the knife in both of my hands. I...I think he was already dead by then. There was so much blood everywhere...

[preordain]

... huh.

[ well. that's odd. i mean also horrific, but how many accidental deaths can there be in hell? people start murdering on purpose - satan, probably ]

So, you blacked out and killed him, but it seemed like your body was moving on its own?

[hardrocklife]

[......]

[outsidebones]

[haha what the fuck.]

[engineers]

Oh, Tuuri.

[ god he looks heartbroken at these details, hand over his mouth. ]

[cavaliered]

[...]

[tearduct]

[He just frowns, his brows furrowing.]

[onlythans]

[Hm.]

[psynchronise]

[ wow he hates every part of that. ]

[selfdestructs]

[ this is really hard to hear, she just looks down, holding yoru tightly. ]

[failbo]

[Uf, that's really rough]

[failbo]

Where did you try to hide, Tuuri...? Did you even get to do that?

[outsidebones]

If it isn't true, then you will do something for me.

[she pulls out her vial of the Health of Mind drink and shakes it a little.]

There should be no trouble.

[hardrocklife]

I'm not drinking that.

[outsidebones]

No, I don't think you can afford to.

If the truth could save her, you would. But it won't.

[hardrocklife]

You don't have to explain anything.

[polyglotti]

[TOO BAD she's explaining.]