yuggoth | ( TRIAL

At exactly 11:30 am, all residents who are still asleep will be jolted awake by a sharp, burning pain that spreads across their whole body. A simple look will reveal no visible injuries, oddly enough, and the pain will fade away as soon as they're properly awake. Those early birds who are already up and about will feel nothing — except maybe a strange, mysterious sense of relief as they go on about their business. Lucky them.

Moments later, an announcement will come through the static-filled PA system:

"This is Craftly speaking. My apologies for the rude awakening [not really], but your presence is required in the Dining Hall. Our first trial is about to begin. Please do try to be there before noon. My staff members have simply too many duties to tend to, to be escorting each and every one of you out of your quarters. Good day."

And true to his words, anyone who doesn't make their way to the Dining Hall before noon will be dragged kicking and screaming regardless of where they've sequestered themselves. Sucks to be you, huh? Upon arriving there, however, residents will be given the menu, one copy of the rulebook, one pencil, one notepad, and a cheque folder. Lunch and dinner will be served at the appropriate times, and appetizers, desserts and beverages (of the non-alcoholic variety) will be available throughout the trial. All you have to do is ask one of the faceless men, and your food will be delivered to you in ten minutes or less depending on what it is.

The Dining Room itself looks about the same as it does any other day — save for the fact that the lights have been dimmed. Why this, you ask? Because the projector is now in use. Transparencies containing each resident's profile will be displayed on the pull-down screen, with one of the staff members rotating through the images every minute. The profiles of the deceased are included, and if current discussion deems it necessary to focus on one particular resident, anyone is free to ask the faceless man to pause on the appropriate profile for a while.

A small area has been sectioned off with a transparent, plastic curtain right next to the pull-down screen. Its use will become rapidly apparent once the victim's corpse has been wheeled in. Anyone who wishes to step into this area will be asked to wash their hands in the kitchen, and they will be given a pair of latex-free gloves and a hairnet by a staff member who is stationed nearby. Residents are required to dispose of both items before returning to the dinner table; a trash bin is available outside of the curtains for this purpose.

Evidence found during the investigation, on the other hand, will be displayed in the back of the room. Two, long tables have been taken out of storage for this occasion, and any items found by the residents on Friday will be displayed here for further examination.

Finally — a clock above the pull-down screen displays the current hour. Please do remember you have until 9:00 PM to figure out whodunit and cast your vote.

( victim )

Welcome to our first trial! Characters will be given nine (9) hours to discuss everything related to the investigation to hopefully solve the mystery behind this week's murder. No one will be allowed to leave the Dining Hall without explicit permission from the Innkeeper (and only then to take a tinkle), and all characters must cast their vote before 9PM EST. You may do so on this week's voting page.

If you have any questions or doubts, shoot us a PM or a PP over at

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[MA. . . BEL. . .]

Is now really the time?!

It's better you than me.

[ just here to say that right now tbqh. ]

[nO]

. . . is she hitting on everyone here, not just me?

[this makes him feel slightly better]

I don't know about "everyone", but...

[ apparently she likes the thievin' types ]

[quiet camaraderie over being hit on by a tiny over here]

She's like.

Ten.

[SHE'S TWELVE but his point is made]

I know.

[ .....

he says the next part quietly in hopes Mabel can't hear him. ]

It makes me so uncomfortable.

Right?!

[he seems so relieved to finally be able to talk to this about someone?? lifts a hand to mutter behind his palm, also in an attempt to make sure Mabel can't hear them]

Maybe we should just tell her we're dating people already.

There's always time for romance!

Whaddya think? How'd the killer sneak in and out and put you guys to sleep?

[NOOOOOO]

[he's just gonna. focus on her question]

I don't think they sneaked in and put us to sleep. I think it was some kinda. . . I dunno. Weird Lovecraft magic?

Edited 2017-05-27 19:39 (UTC)

Like, this place put you to sleep? Craftly did it?

Right. Dave asked him about it, and Craftly said we weren't supposed to be a part of the murder scene.

And so we were put to sleep.

Huh! Maybe they were in cahoots? Maybe they were cahooting?!

I think it's less they were "in cahoots" and more. . .

[hoe does he put it]

It's Craftly's job to do what's necessary to ensure a murder occurs every week.