( TRIAL - WEEK 5 )

[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, children. As the Dining Hall is still under reparations — 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. A single towel that still has sludge on it floats among the accessories in the pool. Looks like no one bothered to really clean it up from Friday. 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 still. 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

Comments

[splinten]

Yes.

[willremember]

Okay. Then I'm counting on you.

That means we've got to make it out of here. Whatever that means. [ ritualistic... death....... ]

[splinten]

I'm workin' on it.

[The best way to secure what he promised is to get this done with an individual guaranteed as willing to act as Innkeeper. If they can do that here, then they can be sure they've got it down. The only reason he's still alive is to try to get the best possible end.]

[willremember]

If you want someone dead, tell me.

[ for the millionth time: things not to say in public??? ]

[splinten]

Same here [THUMBS UP TO CLEM they are so much saying things not to say in public.]

[willremember]

[ muderchildren solidarity ]

[potentite]

If I had a gun, I could make this so easy as far as killing us all quickly. Why wouldn't anyone let me have a gun?

[willremember]

What would you do? If you had one. Right now.

[disinterested]

You can stop being subtle, Clementine. We all know you have Tsurugi's gun.

[willremember]

[ fine then, she'll pull it out and point it at him. but knowing what she knows, she's only aiming for an arm, and definitely not. shooting... ]

I just thought I'd gauge what he'd do before pulling it out in public, but sure. Yeah. I have Tsurugi's gun.

[disinterested]

[Well, he'll casually pull out his gun too just in case, though he won't point it at her because he's pretty sure someone would freak.]

Well, I can't speak for anyone else, but as for me? You have nothing to worry about unless you try and kill me first. [...] Or the Hunters—well, without their permission.

[willremember]

All of you were just fucking sneaking around, picking us off one by one without even looking for another choice.

[disinterested]

You misunderstand. I win, no matter what any of you do.

I'm just happening to assist the Hunters because it doesn't hurt me. You're forgetting that I would've killed you all, with or without reviving everyone at the end.

[willremember]

Fucking wish I could shoot you.

[disinterested]

[He just smiles.

Sorry, Clem!]

[willremember]

It'd be a waste of bullets.

[ she lowers the gun and tucks it away again, though not bothering to hide it anymore, obviously. ]

[splinten]

[YEAH HE WOULD FREAK OUT but actually he has a question]

How many bullets?

[he is trying to die, Girge. HELP HIM. HELP HIM LET EVERYONE DIE]

[disinterested]

Limited. However, as per my role, I do have another gun, and that one happens to be infinite.

[splinten]

Shotguns are pretty nasty. [THEM SCATTER SHOTS] Do you think you could land headshots every time?

[disinterested]

I'm confident in my accuracy, but I should note that "collateral damage" is guaranteed—or, as the Unclean has elaborated, another will always die at random alongside my chosen target, and that's outside of my control.

[potentite]

[Sweet, she has a gun??] I'd kill anyone who was willing to die for this decision. I only need one bullet per person. So, I'd need enough ammo is really my only concern.

[willremember]

But do we know who all that includes? It needs to be clear.

[potentite]

Oh, I'll certainly ask before I do it. That would be far too hypocritical of me not to. How much ammo does it have, though? Does it have enough? Otherwise, we'd have to prioritize in certain ways.

[willremember]

[ she shakes her head, clearly disappointed. this was the only thing keeping her from at least shooting girge in the arm... ]

Not enough.

[potentite]

Well, I could at least give a quick out to those who deserve it most.