( TRIAL - WEEK 3 )

[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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TOY MACHINE BONUS

[abhoth]

[At 6:00 PM on the dot, two faceless men enter the room wheeling in a green chalkboard. On it, the following drawing has been made:]

 _______________
    |         |
    |         O
    |        /|\
    |        / \
    |
    |
 ______________________

_ _ _ _ _  _ _ _  _ _ _ _  _  _ _ _ _ _ _  _ _  _ _ _  _ _ _  _ _ _ _

[The stick figure has a passing resemblance to Marty, with a spiral on it's face and confetti bursting out of its stomach. It seems to be a game of hangman.

The faceless men dump a box of chalk on the ground and then skedaddle out of there.]

[ungodly]

The first guess's always gotta be E. Lemme buy a vowel.

[lohengrins]

The capital letters are for proper nouns or the start of each word. We can try to assemble those as well.

[nowyouseeit]

[crumbling up his heavily scratched up paper and tossing it aside to work with a clean slate]

Nine words. Nine capital letters. I think they're all the start of each word, for sure.

[wow he sure is getting excited about this]

[splinten]

[....

Is there an orange chalk piece]

[abhoth]

[Yes. Go for it, Dirk.]

[splinten]

[UGH HE IS KEEPING THIS]

[nowyouseeit]

. . .

[OH FUCK]

-- capital letters! The beginning of each word is one of those capital letters!

[crushcard]

[ FUCK HOW DID THEY NOT SEE THIS EARLIER. ]

Single letters are ether As or Is.

[nowyouseeit]

[KEEP IT SIMPLE, STUPIDS]

Right. And I bet one of those three-space words is "the." We were idiots for just focusing on the capital letters.

[his eyes have lit up, like he's actually having fun trying to solve this]

[pinesforyou]

A!! S!!!

[bownthisway]

[squinting]

What. What is this. Was one of the victims strangled? Are we supposed to hang someone to get our clue? [objection these clues are BIASED towards people who have actually had childhoods and knows what games are!!]

[perceptions]

It's hangman. I think it's for the bloody message on the wall.

[bownthisway]

What does hanging a man have anything to do with the message? [help her she's so confused]

[disinterested]

I... think it's supposed to be a game?

[but yeah uh he spent his childhood being a good little soldier, not playing word games???]

[bownthisway]

That's...a pretty ominous figure for a game. I'm not seeing where the fun is here. [says aloy whose only games are KILLING MACHINES and SHOOTING TARGETS]

[potentite]

It's a game! You take the letters we were given and rearrange them to find the proper sentence.

[bownthisway]

Okaaaay...and if we fail, someone gets hung? [listen she would not find that even remotely surprising in this murder house]

[rextenebrae]

[ He'll pick up a piece of chalk. Unsurprisingly, purple. ]

... So we just write a letter down, then?

[thawedheart]

[Picks up a teal piece of chalk...]

So we have to... unscramble the words from the wall?

[thawedheart]

[...she's going to try writing it]

Three can keep a secret if two are dead.

[disinterested]

[...]

Well then.

[lohengrins]

...Mira.

[bownthisway]

Son of a--!

[please excuse aloy as she just starts SWEARING UP A STORM]

[blacktailed]

[after crossreferencing a lot...]

What about "Coward"?