yuggoth | ( TRIAL

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.

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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

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So that's it? You're just gonna go along with what they say? I've dealt with people like this before. Cultists. That's the only word for them. They're just using you. You're an idiot if you really think we're all just gonna be revived and can go on our way. Who knows what their real goal is?

[ heather's hands are visibly shaking — she has to wring at her shirt to control them. ]

I—I'm not going to.. die again.. and come back. Not again. You're all useless.

I wouldn't say cultists. It seems like this was a pretty wide-spread religion.

I don't know if it was always like this, but...

They all call themselves a 'religion'. A rose by any other name would still smell rotten.

[ Clementine does not have as many strong feelings about this and just kind of brushes past the comment, ha. Sorry. ]

I just wonder if it got fucked up, somehow. This isn't a city flourishing with blessings. It's fucked.

Fucked is right. Fucked beyond repair.

[ if she could she'd burn the town to the ground. ]

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Then.. just kill me now. And let me stay dead. I don't want to keep doing this anymore. I've been running for so long..

[ she grips at her necklace. ]

I'm sure dad won't be too mad..

... I think I'm a God. Or maybe a demon. I was never sure, even when I was her.

[ she still isn't, and she's not sure if she'll ever be. ]

I was born because of a lady's sick beliefs and I've been trying to get away ever since. Trying to escape my mind. And the city I was born in. But it always seemed to find its way back to me. Or maybe I found it? I dunno. I'm just so tired now.

[ her eyes are starting to get searing red, and there's a few tears streaming down her cheek now. ]

You don't know if that's true.

[ that they'll never reach it. she's been contrary just to be contrary now, but she says it in a gentle tone. she's actually a little surprised to hear andersen.. comfort her? she guessed this was his way of doing that. ]

I'll think about it. Thinking's all I have left.

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[Heather seems so sad, so he's trying to think.]

...Do you want to come with one of us? Dirk and I are going with Clementine. We'd rather stay dead but... starting a new life with someone here isn't all that bad.

I don't know if I can be happy anymore. A few times here, I honestly thought maybe I was. Maybe it was possible. But I don't think it was really happiness. I think it was just.. a break from the sadness. From the torture. [ her voice cracks a bit. ] It'd just be bad news, 'cause I always attract a storm.

[He carefully reaches for her hand. She is more than allowed to brush it off.] Well, sometimes that's what happiness is. And I think... you could still find happiness with someone here. Um, I mean? It doesn't have to be us, though I don't think Clem would mind? But you'd have to ask her, but, um, I mean... a lot of us have had rather... unfortunate lives, I think. And I still believe in them. It's okay if you can't believe it but... um, if you can consider it, at least...

[ she doesn't move her hand — she doesn't really even react when he touches it. she sniffles a little before nodding. ]

I'll see.. how I feel after today. I don't want to ruin anyone else's chance to be happy. But I'll let you know my decision. I promise.

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That's about as good as it gets. [ re: happiness. Which is pretty fuckin bleak but she means it in a? optimistic way??

and sort of nods in Jake's direction. ]

You're welcome to come with us, if it comes to that. My world is pretty fucked, but at least we're used to weathering storms.

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[oh. . .]

["not again" is what gives him pause, but he knows better than to ask now. Andersen and Clementime seem to have things, so. . . he just stays silent]

...You don't have to go back to where you're from, Heather. Craftly said as much.

.. I'm so scared. What if I'm not the same when I come back again? Like, it's not really me, or I have to remember everything again.

I'm pretty sure you don't want to be trapped here, dragging the next batch of unlucky people to the lake every Sunday, either, though.

...That sounds... awful. I'm sorry.

[ She sounds like she doesn't know the confidence in her words. But, she's trying to make sense of everything. ]

If what they say is true... you can choose your respawn. You can... I guess, start over somewhere. I understand if you don't want to, though... I think if you start over, you can choose who you want to be.

[ Like remaking a character. ]

... You can leave Heather here, if you want.

.. Maybe I can be Cheryl again.

[ that's who she wanted to be. she wanted to abandon the name 'heather'. it never felt right, because she knew it wasn't her real name. it wasn't the name her dad picked for her. but to stop being heather? that was hard. she wasn't sure if she knew how to do it on her own. ]

I don't know if I can.

That's okay not to know. I don't think anyone here wants to force you to be someone you're not.

[ But, she does give a pointed wag of her finger. ]

But, the option is there. And you could have help if you'd like it. You have to do what's best for you. Not Heather or even Cheryl.

Right now, in the present, you.

In me.

[ she repeats it, as if she's trying to make sense of it. she was sure chiaki meant this more metaphorically, but it had a very real connotation attached to it — it made her feel a little better, at least. ]

Alright. I'll just be me for now. And see where it takes me.

Do you want to stay near me until we make choices? I have an extra bag of chips.

[ :( ]

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