( 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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BODIES

[abhoth]

[As the trial officially begins at 12:00 PM, the double doors leading to the kitchen will be opened wide to allow all three corpses to be wheeled in on an gurney. Craftly will stand next to the toy dispenser machine, clearing his throat before solemnly uttering:]

A moment of silence, children.

[And then he begins to play the fucking kazoo.

This horrible musical experience will last as long as it takes for the staff members to wheel the corpse to the sectioned off area. Once that's done, however, Craftly will retreat to his own table and residents will be free to inspect the bodies as much as they want.

Please use this toplevel for reexamining the bodies.]

EVIDENCE

[abhoth]

[All evidence found during the investigation will be displayed on two tables in the back of the Dining Hall. Residents are encouraged to examine evidence or combine it in any way they wish. For today's trial, the evidence table contains the following items:

LOUNGE: Empty glass bottle, half-empty Margarita glass, two used napkins, choker.
DINING HALL: Bloodied scalpel.
GROCERY STORE: Strand of dark hair.

Please use this top level for reexamining evidence.]

CRAFTLY

[abhoth]

[Craftly will be overseeing the trial from his own table.]

[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!!

[crushcard]

... Are we looking for multiple killers today, Craftly?

Or are you not at liberty to disclose this information?

[ninjay]

[ jay will compare the stand of hair that was left at the grocery story to the bodies and see if it might belong to one of them? what's up ]

[abhoth]

[With both Omega and Hibiki having dark hair, it... could plausibly be a match for both of them. Particularly for their bangs.]

[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. ]

[crushcard]

[ Kaiba will be checking if the stab marks on Omega's body match the scalpel.

or actually, if any of the bodies have other scalpel-inflicted injuries that are visible. ]

[abhoth]

[He hums, cutting up his lunch. After a moment:]

Come back to me at, let's say... 6:00 PM on the dot. Then I may have an answer for you.

[ninjay]

[ in regards to the bangs, is there any noticeable gap in either of theirs or is the strand of hair too small for it to make any difference? ]

[parodeity]

Yo, were the cleanin' supplies not in the storage thing just shit the staff took?

[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.

[abhoth]

[The stab marks on Omega's neck don't quite match up with the scalpel. The blade is far too thin, alas.

Kaiba will notice Hibiki's throat has been slit. The scalpel is a plausible match.]

[restlessgods]

[ Rachel is the doctor here so she'll examine all three of the bodies to see if there is more than one lethal injury. And possibly stripping them to their chest, if there's blood on their chest etc. ]

[abhoth]

[Nope. It's just a little strand of dark hair, unfortunately. Not enough to make a gap.]

[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.

[disinterested]

[Any fingerprints or markings on the bottle or glass?]

[abhoth]

[Omega's only injuries are the ones on her neck. There are no signs of additional injuries on her body.

Victor and Hibiki, however, are covered in bruises. Victor in particular has been stabbed with something small several times, and his knuckles are bruised and bloodied.]

[disinterested]

No sticker? That's a horrifying thought.

[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.

[restlessgods]

[ Does Omega's injury match up with a fork, perhaps?

How does the stab marks on Victor look? ]

[abhoth]

I assure you, my staff is in the habit of returning all items taken from the storage room. I'm inclined to say one of your fellow residents appropriated the missing supplies.