( TRIAL - WEEK 4 )

[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, but due to a certain someone who I shall not name [he's still pissed] — today's trial will take place by the pool. 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 Outdoor Dining Area 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. Due the Kitchen and Dining Hall getting wrecked, lunch and dinner will mostly consist of grilled and barbecued menu items. Hamburgers, hotdogs, salads, and items that require little preparation — all the residents have to do is ask in order to receive. Similarly, all beverages will be retrieved from a hundred quart cooler that has been placed by the side of the pool. Not as fancy as usual, but at least the pool is clean now. Some inflatable pool toys lazily swim in the water, along with pool noodles. Every now and then, the waters will vibrate to the sound of buzz saws and assorted power tools. Looks like the Disposal Room, Dining Hall and Kitchen are under reparations. A tent has been placed over the area to shield the residents from the sun, and to make up from the lack of transparencies everyone will receive a small booklet containing each resident's profile. They look a little bit like shitty PowerPoint presentation handouts, but maybe it's part of the charm. The profiles of the deceased are included, as always. A second tent has been set up in the parking lot, complete with an air conditioning on the inside. Its use will become rapidly apparent once the victims corpses have 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 their table; a trash bin is available outside of the tent for this purpose. Evidence found during the investigation, on the other hand, will be displayed in a table by the pool shed. Any items found by the residents on Friday will be displayed here for further examination. Finally — one of the grandfather clocks has been kidnapped from its respective floor to show the current hour. Please do remember you have until 9:00 PM to figure out whodunit and cast your vote. And if anyone tries to leave the area before the trial is over? They'll discover an invisible wall blocking their path. ( 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 Pool/Outdoor Dining Area (the pool shed will also be locked), 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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RESULTS

[abhoth]

[At exactly 9:00 PM, the faceless men will begin to retrieve everyone's cheque folders and voting slips. Better cast your vote before they get to your seat, or something unfortunate might happen. Once all slips have been taken, Craftly will stand up from his table to begin counting all 29 of them. He will do this three times, as if to leave no room for mistakes, before he addresses the room at large.]

Well done, children. The votes have been tallied, and your participation has been noted. I believe this deserves a round of applause.

[And a round of applause is what everyone gets, as the faceless men begin to clap in eerie synchronization, hands coming together at the same time. After a brief pause, Craftly holds up a tendril to silence his staff members. While Craftly proceeds to speak again, a staff member produces a poster out of absolutely hecking nowhere and hangs it up from the pool shed. It seems to be a tally of results.]

I commend you all for your brave efforts. Indeed, you have managed to correctly identify Miss L'arachel and Mister Apollo's killer, Suzaku. I admit you had me worried for a spot, but nontheless, you succeeded. Partly, at the very least.

[As the murderer is revealed and Craftly's words ring true, two faceless men approach and drag Suzaku off. For all the kicking and screaming that may happen, it seems like the motel's staff is far much more stronger than it seems.]

While the Kitchen is hardly his fault, I'm afraid I'm a bit short on staff at the moment. For this reason, Mister Suzaku will be made to help my men out in the reparations of the motel. To all of you, you're you're free to converse with the guilty party but his punishment is sealed. He will face the great unknown tomorrow once our executioner is selected. Enjoy your evening.

[That said, the executioner vote is available, and the invisible wall keeping everyone locked in the pool area will be lowered. Everyone is free to leave the room to seek out the culprit as they please. For tonight, Suzaku will be found helping reconstruct the kitchen. A faceless man is keeping him in place with a child leash; Suzaku will be available to have final private conversations with.]

[crimsonsparrow]

[Drats.]

[thawedheart]

[WHAT THE HELL I TRUSTED YOU]

[ungodly]

Were you like Mira? Were you working with her? Or are you just pants-on-head crazy?

[ she's got a drink in her hand ready just in case ]

[crimsonsparrow]

I'm just a demon who saw an opportunity and wants to get out of this rotten hotel.

[He doesn't know what the hell was going on with Mira.]

[rextenebrae]

[ There's a bit of satisfaction about seeing who has been voted.

But, that doesn't mean he's really happy. ]

... Suzaku.

[lohengrins]

[ percival places a hand on knoll's shoulder. ]

Well done. You did it.

[crimsonsparrow]

[He can't really say he feels any remorse for what he's done...but he likes Knoll.]

I know it can't be any consolation, but L'arachel was not my target.

[potentite]

[HE'S REALLY MAD AT YOU.] So much for a prideful demon.

[crimsonsparrow]

I was willing to sacrifice my pride if it meant I had a chance at winning. Normally, you'd be right. I would brag.

[But he wanted to win.]

[nowyouseeit]

. . . what was your incentive?

[crimsonsparrow]

The things I've lost from home. A companion who was slain. Ultimately, freedom.

[But now it hardly matters.]

[gamerscore]

... Why not me, then?

[ She says pretty confidently. ]

I don't know — this game is twisting people. Don't know if you were ever good or bad where you're from but. ...

[ They did sleep in the same room. ]

Why Apollo?

[crimsonsparrow]

[He gives Chiaki a sympathetic look.]

There was no real personal reason. I wouldn't have targeted either of you...but he gave me a good opportunity. Yesterday morning, while you were sleeping, he asked me to show him how I was able to open the Mayor's Office.

shhhh tags in here late

[pinesforyou]

[Mabel walks right up to him, looking glum]

[Right before he's taken away!!]

Hey, Suzaku.

[disinterested]

Any particular reason why?

[thawedheart]

Andersen-san... are you sure?

[wristbands]

You seem eager.

[g101]

[ they've had their differences, but if there's one thing hajime actually enjoys more than cute things, it's a brilliant display of emotions.

she hums. ]

Will you be okay?

[blacktailed]

...I can take on the duty of execution. Don't let the others dirty their hands.

[she says this calmly.]

[rextenebrae]

...If that is what you wish, then...

[ and that will be that ]

[breaksouls]

Huh. This would be my first kill in four weeks. That's probably the longest I've ever gone.