( TRIAL - WEEK 2 )

[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 second 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, and will be given a pair of latex-free gloves and a hairnet by a staff members 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. ( victims ) 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, 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

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[pinesfortruth]

[before anything else, Dipper is going to clear his throat to bring attention to himself, speaking in a mild-mannered, collected tone.]

Hey, guys. Just wanted to say a few things before we officially start all of this. First, a suggestion:: [and suddenly he throws his arms up in the air in exasperation, losing his cool completely (dipper was never cool but don’t tell him)] Maybe CHILL OUT with all the murder?! We’ve all been here for two weeks and we’ve already got a higher crime rate than Detroit. [he pauses] For reference, that’s bad. Detroit is a terrible place to live. [coughs and continues] Look, it’s bad enough everyone keeps stealing supplies because this motel is full of kleptomaniac hoarders, do you really have to stab the nearest person possible for, I don’t know, “mom” or whatever a weird tentacle butler told you you’d get if you did it? This is completely insane and not at all how you fight overcrowding in rooms, people. Whoever couldn’t keep from putting their murderhat on and going to town: you guys are the worst. Just. The worst.

[and now that that … rant… is done, he’ll say something less terrible]

Also, for actual trial stuff, we can obviously strike out Jake and Andersen as possible murderers, since we only found them after all the bodies have been found. So that’s two alibis out of thirty-seven because someone couldn’t stop MURDERING, and I think we should try to figure out where everyone was Thursday night and see who can corroborate their story, to at least strikeout people with rock-solid alibis. Of course since we have three dead and so, three potential murderers at most seriously, you guys?, we also need to make sure we’re not working with people who murdered together, but at least establishing everyone’s alibis would be a start, I think.

… But seriously stop murdering. Why do I even need to say this.

[pinesforyou]

[While Dipper rants, Mabel is right beside him, nodding, squinting, and pointing at everyone for reference. She points to her eyes, points to you, chiming in every so often with a]

YEAH! STOP BEING A BUNCH OF MURDERING JERKS AND BUTTHEADS!

[Or shuddering at the mention of Detroit. Once Dipper is finished, Mabel steps forward and whips out her stickerbook, showing rows of fun and puffy stickers. You can look, but you can't touch, for now]

See these stickers? These stickers go to people who are good, who don't murder, and who help to solve the murders!

[She angrily slaps a U DA BEST sticker on Dipper and a cactus with a hat on herself]

So if you guys don't stop murdering, no one gets a sticker!

[Insert gasps. She mimes ripping up a sticker and throwing it on the ground]

So, here's the deal. Solve the murder, you get a sticker. Don't murder, you get a sticker. Go crazy and keep killing people? No sticker.

And just think, if no one kills, next week we can have a big party in here! And we can vote on who gets to be waterballooned instead!

[Ahem, okay, focus. She closes the sticker book for now, (enjoy that taste of paradise, people) and puts it away in her sweater, which is a heart with sunglasses today, yes.]

Now everyone, listen to Dipper! Give us your alibis!!

[disinterested]

No sticker? That's a horrifying thought.

[pinesfortruth]

...Thank you, Mabel. [its said very solemnly even though Dipper isn't. 100% whether stickers are actually enough incentive to stop murder. on the other hand:] Ooo, is this one of the puff-up ones? Nice.

[splinten]

Those stickers are fuckin' awesome.

[He loves them. SUCK ON YOUR INCENTIVES, YUGGOTH, THE PINES TWINS HAVE SUPERIOR ONES]

[godly]

I was in my room Thursday night, before curfew, like many here will probably tell you.

For the record, I do have a scalpel. I took it from the clinic the first week here.

[But so did a lot of people, since this is a bunch of kleptomaniacs apparently.]

It hasn't been used.

[frizziest]

... Can I have a sticker for finding your brother's journal?

[ sorry. he listened to everything else, honest. just give him a damn sticker!! ]

[wristbands]

[oh my god.]

M-Mabel...

[potentite]

[Important question:] Do you have more stickers?

[restlessgods]

I was in my room writing. I asked Percival to escort me back.

[ She holds out her notes for the others to see. Also because player was incapacitated with wrist injuries flaring up so I didn't have time to thread it out, but she's there! Like how she has been writing there for the past week. ]

[lohengrins]

I can confirm this. I returned to my own room afterwards

[crushcard]

[ He's going to just pull out his deck from his pocket and hold out two random cards between his fingers because god damn it even if it's been defaced he's going to be carrying it around. ]

I'm sure people can verify where I've been and what I've been doing all week.

[pinesfortruth]

I'm really talking about the night of the murder? Chie can confirm you were with her at curfew, right?

[ninjay]

[ it's going to take him a few minutes to respond because he's trying very hard not to burst out laughing over dipper's outburst because that was the funniest shit he has ever seen in his life.

jay starts talking once he trusts himself not to snicker even a tiny bit. ]

I don't have an alibi. I was in my room Thursday night, but my roommate was missing at the time so I don't have anyone to back up my claim.

[parodeity]

I'm not sure we can strike people with rock-solid alibis out. This mostly probably took place while we were sleepin', and we already know people uninvolved with shit get knocked the fuck out.

[lohengrins]

Alibis are limited here. The last time a murdered occurred, everyone within the vicinity was lulled to sleep. It seems as though the murderer is exempt from curfew.

If we need to start somewhere, let's look at the scalpel -- who was in the clinic last week? A handful of scalpels went missing prior to Monday.

[thawedheart]

[She's never been to Detroit? So. Dipper's clarification is appreciated.

But more importantly - alibis. Once she's done being a little confused, she'll gladly join in.]

I was in my room Thursday night. I didn't... go anywhere, once it was late enough for curfew. [Because who would? ...well. Murderers would. But still.]

[nowyouseeit]

[DIPPER. . . DIPPER??? DIPPER. . .]

[here here, Dipper, he agrees with you even if he thinks your outburst won't actually do much to stop the MURDER going on around here]

Alibis only work if we have an actual time of death, too. Unless we can pinpoint when they were killed, then nobody's alibi for Thursday night or Friday morning will mean much.

[splinten]

No alibi with two of my roommates dead, but there's something in itself worth notin' in that.

[Dirk's arms are folded, the same grim set in his expression from last week.]

Vincent and Hibiki didn't come back before curfew. That opens up the window of opportunity for the time of their murders. I didn't see them after mornin' but that doesn't say much. Did anyone else see them during the day?

[forlease]

I don't really remember Thursday that well... I think I mostly slept through it.

[inventurous]

I'm afraid alibis aren't likely to do us much good, Dipper. Most of us are going to say the obvious, that we were in our rooms. For example, I was in my room Thursday night, as you may recall. [ ftr he would recall such since violet goes to bed at a reasonable time?? ]

But hopefully people agree with your... speech.

[ RANT... YOUR USELESS RANT... gold stars for the pines twins for effort, though. good job guys?? she guesses?? ]

[crimsonsparrow]

I have no alibi. I doubt I could, just like so many others are saying. But I will say that I didn't do it. I don't have any of the stolen scalpels, either.

[There's plenty of time for questioning. He's not worried.]

[18x0]

I spent Thursday night in the pool. I was unable to leave due to the hallucinations I was having.

[breaksouls]

I was in my room. You can ask Knoll to confirm it, though I guess we could've worked together.

[...]

Do I get a sticker now...?

[g101]

[ hajime raises heather's hand with her own. what. why. ]

Me and Heather played around Thursday afternoon, and I went back to my room a little before curfew! We had dinner together, it was pretty tasty!!!