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 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.

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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

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[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!!

No sticker? That's a horrifying thought.

Exactly. Don't make me eat this.

I'll do my best not to murder anyone, then.

If you ever feel the urge coming on, channel it into something else, like fingerpainting or a heavy metal career!

[It's not that hard of a concept buddy, get w it]

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...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.

[Stickers are perfect motivation, thanks]

They sure are, bro bro! It'll save your life if someone tries to harpoon you.

... Why did your mind go there immediately.

Just consider where we are, Dipper, and all these weirdos.

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Those stickers are fuckin' awesome.

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

[Slaps a bee-themed puffy 'bee-lieve in yourself' on his chest]

[He comforted her Sunday so he deserves it]

Yes! Everyone follow Dirk's example! He earned his sticker!

[No... It's amazing... He puts his fingers to it, just marvelling at this magnificent stupid sticker.]

Thanks, Mabel. I'll treasure it.

You just keep being you, buddy.

[You're aight]

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.

.... Light, Light of my life, you know I adore you. Don't take this the wrong way.

But that's super shady.

Mabel, I assure you, it hasn't been used at all. Besides, isn't the scalpel in question already been presented as evidence?

pinesforyou - 2017-06-03 23:27 (UTC) - Expand

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

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

...... Weeeelll....

[That's not part of the deal, but she can't resist Akira's Aura of Handsomeness]

[She'll just slap a "cutie patootie" sticker on him]

I guess, just this once... You did help him out after all.

[ you know what? he'll take it. he will be the best "cutie patootie" she will have ever known. ]

Thank you. I'll cherish this sticker you've given me forever. Hopefully it won't lose its stickiness.