( 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

Comments

[parodeity]

I'll second that one. Please trade me out for a different Dave.

[nowyouseeit]

[raises his hand]

Thirded.

[pinesfortruth]

Oh, that's not a bad idea. From a different timeline or a clone thing?

[Dipper is heavily considering asking if he cant get his two remaining clones to switch for him and Mabel]

[parodeity]

Different timeline. Maybe one of the others would do better. Bird Dave had his future shit together, maybe he'd like a go. Or thirteen-year-old Dave. Or alternate universe Dave.

[pinesfortruth]

That's fair. Unfortunately I know for a fact all Dippers would hate this.

[parodeity]

So would the other Daves. [ but they are not quite so big on the fuck up factor, he is pretty sure?? ]

[inventurous]

Fourthed.

Alternatively, please switch this game out for a less awful one.

[splinten]

I vote for a new game. Something less likely to end in travesty. Like chicken with nuclear warheads.

[nowyouseeit]

[what the]

How about we just play duck duck goose instead?

[there's no MURDER or NUCLEAR WARDHEADS involved with that]

[splinten]

That would turn into stab stab striptease.

[nowyouseeit]

[HA HA]

I'm not convinced that isn't the game we're playing right now, honestly.

[parodeity]

Feel free to just fuckin' stab me next time before we get to trial.

[ to kaito. plz. ]

[nowyouseeit]

[JUST. gives him a thumbs up]

Got any preferences? Face, neck, arm, shoulder, kneecap. . .

[he's being wry stop it Kaito there is a murder]

[splinten]

[There's a way Dirk goes stiff and still that implies even joking about killing Dave is Not Pleasing to him and that he's barely stopping himself from saying 'stab me instead.']

[parodeity]

Any major artery will do. So neck??? Otherwise may as well go for the kneecaps for variety.

[ no don't stop let's discuss this further, clearly. he's at least half-way wry. ]

[nowyouseeit]

[WELL HE WOULD but Dirk is giving him looks again, so he. backs off]

. . . sorry. I think our dumb joke is making Dirk nervous.

[parodeity]

Probably 'cause I'm only halfway jokin'.

[ THANKS, DAVE. ]

Seriously, though, what do we even know? Someone should summarize at some point, because I think I'm behind.

[nowyouseeit]

[DAVE. . .]

I'm definitely not gonna stab you, and I won't apologize for that, by the way.

[small sigh]

Lemme see if I can get us all on the same page again.

[parodeity]

Thanks.

[splinten]

I'm fine, dude. I know it's a joke. [mostly] Don't worry about it.

[he gives Kaitou a salute and leaves the area. Go joke about KILLING HIS BROTHER in peace]

[nowyouseeit]

[WELL]

[now he feels kind of bad]

[you're a weird one, Dirk]