( TRIAL - WEEK 1 )

[abhoth]

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 yuggoth. ( quick navigation ) voting | profiles | menu | locations | ic rulebook

Comments

[splinten]

[Count down until shoulder flip.] You aren't lettin' the injuries heal!

[parodeity]

This is exactly how I let shit heal.

[ by ignoring it and proceeding as usual, AS TRAINED.

yeah if dirk doesn't let go next tag dave will step closer, duck, and try to flip him. ]

[splinten]

Well it's a dumbass way to let shit heal because it makes it take longer.

[No, he doesn't let go. Which is why he gets SURPRISE FLIPPED and manages to catch himself, but—]

Dude! Stop! [He makes a noise of frustration.] You got your damn ass hurt because of me, don't make it worse!

[OR HIS GUILT OVER THE INJURY WILL GET WORSE! THINK OF THE GUILT COMPLEX, DAVE!]

[empireofrats]

[You two are literally fighting in front of a ten year old girl.]

[parodeity]

[ dave is fourteen let him live ]

[parodeity]

[ dirk gets an annoyed look because dave cannot actually argue the point about the getting hurt part but like. ugh! ]

Well it's the dumbass way I grew up with.

[ this helps nothing. ]

I haven't made 'em worse so far.

[splinten]

Try a new way. [He gestures at the little girl they are INDEED ARGUING IN FRONT OF.] Strain yourself when you need to, fine, but take better care of yourself at least for the people you want to look after.

[Which.]

Sorry for the fightin', Emily.

[parodeity]

[ that works better than continuing to argue, simply because dave frowns and glances towards emily. ]

Sorry. [ ... ] I'll teach you to flip someone like that later, okay?

[empireofrats]

[While initially she looked worried because she didn't want them to fight since she likes both, she's not smiling some.] It's okay. Will you really? That would be amazing.

You two are nicer than the Pendleton brothers, so you shouldn't argue.

But you should also be careful of your fingers, Dave. If we find a sword, you won't be able to use it if you're fingers are hurt.

And you won't be able to draw with me either.

[parodeity]

I will, promise. [ that's all the world needs. ] And if we found a sword, I could probably use it even if I had an entirely broken hand. It's not that hard, you just have to like, ignore pain??

[ uh ]

But I'll...rest, or whatever. [ emily earns another little smile because apparently he only smiles at small girl children now. ]

[splinten]

Yeah, Dave. You won't be able to draw. And then how are we supposed to have a Yuggoth Drawin' Club?

[Emily is the best 10/10 Emily.]

[parodeity]

[ guess who gets flipped off again!

this time at least he uses his right hand so i guess that's. betterish. ]