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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[ he's also ignoring zel ]

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

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...

... 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?

It wasn't really blacking out. I can remember bits and pieces of it, it's not like it's all gone. But yeah, my body was moving on its own. I don't even know how I managed to kill him, he's so much bigger than me. And I know he fought back, I have injuries.

Did it seem like maybe the same thing was happening to him, or he was just trying to defend himself? Although it may be hard for you to tell either way...

[ ... ]

Well, thank you for telling me.

No, from what I remember he was acting like his normal self. He...I can't remember it all, but...he looked more worried and angry than anything else. Why would he be worried about me if he was also being controlled?

Probably not. He must have realized that you weren't yourself, if that's how he reacted...

And then on Friday you admitted it to him [ looks at zel ] and that brought us to here?

No. He didn't know a thing until today. Probably not until about an hour ago, when he and Lu Bixing saw the injuries on me.

[Her voice starts to go up in pitch a bit and her eyes are getting a little misty as she continues.]

I-I asked them to help me hide it for a little while. I was going to confess eventually, I just needed more time for everyone to find the clues so I could figure it out. I was kind of hoping that being found out would make the memories come back, like it did for Lavi, but I guess I'm not that lucky.