( 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

[g101]

Ah, Andie? [ she said she'd do it, so she's here

his stupid icon aside ] How are we gonna do this?

[g101]

[ there's a long pause as hajime considers his words. she gets it, really, and she understands it entirely, but it takes her brain a few moments to let it click together. the prospect of dying is still horrifyingly real and it's still happening. it's there for a moment - reconsideration. there's got to be another way.

but she remembers andersen's got stuff to do, so she nods. ]

You'll get an incentive from it still, right?

[ the smile's back, instantly. ]

[pinesfortruth]

[since he is not looking forward to watching all his friends and ... murder acquaintances kill each other or themselves, it's time for Dipper to hand his sister that poison drink and take one himself]

Think we can pretend this is cough syrup?

[pinesforyou]

Probably. [cheers to child double suicide]

Or orange juice that Grunkle Stan left in the fridge too long!

[pinesfortruth]

I think that was milk. [hm. so he's got one hand in Mabel's and the other holding the drink, just staring at it] Cult kool-aid. I think I've read something about this.

[he looks at mabel]

On the count of three?

[inventurous]

[ honestly, violet has spent a lot of time thinking about how she would kill herself. not out of suicidal thought, but knowing that if someone else killed her they would die during the investigation and thus not be able to be executed. it was a more concerning thought before they had all these multiple murders, anyway. she didn't want to leave anyone stuck executing an innocent just because of her role.

it would be easier, probably, to take one of those green drinks craftly provided. but nah. she's got the scalpel dave gave her and is just going to step away from the group a bit to avoid covering them in blood. ]

Well, may as well get it over with.

[ because she's just going to casually feel for her jugular and stab her scalpel right in. she'll rip it back out as she falls to the ground so she can bleed out. which takes a couple of minutes, google tells me, so whoops but oh well that's. fine. she'll just lay here and die for a couple of minutes ish, ignore her. have fun dying, y'all.

Violet Baudelaire is dead. ]

[splinten]

[FOR THE RECORD, DIRK HOLDS HER HAND WHILE SHE BLEEDS OUT.]

[inventurous]

[ dirk is a good bro ]

FOR WHEN EVERYONE BUT THE LAST THREE + AKANE ARE DEAD

[splinten]

[Dirk doesn’t bother with stalling. He, who hates to watch those he cares for die, witnesses all of them to make sure that the goal is secure, to ensure that no one will backstab them at the last moment. Then, with a nod to Jake, he takes out Clem’s knife.

He has never been afraid of dying. He has often been afraid to not exist. Today, though, he just wants to be done.

He reaches out to hold Jake's hand.]

[potentite]

[It feels weird to only have one gun but he couldn't justify grabbing two. It's a nice gun, at least. He really does like flintlocks. They're classy. Sort of a gentleman's weapon.

Right now, he's just staring at it, holding Dirk's hand.]

You can go first. You want this a mite bit more than I do.

[willremember]

[ Clementine sticks with Jake and Dirk as long as she can. But she knows she'll probably need to go first, with how stubborn Dirk is.

She uses the gun she'd stolen from Tsurugi.

One shot through the skull. Clementine is dead. ]

[splinten]

[HE IS NOT STUBBORN look he trusts her.

He gives her one last hug before she goes jsyk]

[thawedheart]

[Yukina will be taking three of the drinks and bringing them back to Kaito and Jay.

All three Hunters will be dead before the vote.]

[nowyouseeit]

[hanging back! probably hovering near Craftly, especially after his whole, uh. problem. also he's holding his hand up to his mouth, looking kind of distant and thoughtful about something? huh]

[when she approaches, he kind of gives the drinks a distasteful look]

. . . so this is how it is. . .

[godly]

[It'll be the toxic drink for Light. He's too vain, too proud, to leave anything even remotely close to a bloody corpse.

There's no need for lengthy goodbyes, not for him. Again, expediency was always his priority, and therefore he merely moves to take a seat at a lounge chair next to the pool, ice clinking in its glass.

If you want to talk to him once more before he's off to the gy, now's the chance.

Otherwise, a mere few minutes later, and Light Yagami will be dead.]

[gamerscore]

[ I'm a mod so of course I gotta die.

Chiaki looked at the three options like it was the opening of [INSERT VAGUE KINGDOM HEARTS REFERENCE HERE]. She had options: a peaceful poisoned death, a quick but unsure death, or a pull of a trigger kinda death. She isn't sure which to pick, but when she does... it's the Flintlock. It's weight is heavy in her hand, a bit different than a controller.

She's watching people begin to drift off, and looking down alone, she walks towards the pool. It's... for the best, right?

With a pull of the trigger under her jaw, Chiaki's lifeless body flops right into the very waters dumb dumb Akira pulled her into the week before.

Chiaki Nanami is dead. ]

for jay :*

[wristbands]

[she hadn't really considered getting to die on her own terms. she honestly expected to get killed in her sleep, stabbed in the back. certainly she didn't think she'd be murdered by one of the people she trusts the most in this hellish world.

she's too scared she'll get cold feet if she tries to kill herself. she'd rather be dead for sure, by the hands of a good person, than mess up and somehow survive like they do in those documentaries. only if that happens, she's pretty sure she won't end up on the kind of tv time slot where you see the commercials trying to get you to donate to sad animals with sarah mclachlan singing in the background.

so here she and jay are, face to face, her wondering how exactly he plans to kill her.]

We gotta make less messed up promises next time.

[ninjay]

It's a bad habit of mine.

[ he pulls out a dagger from his pocket. it's definitely not one that came from the setting, so it's safe to assume he got it from the unclean. he twirls it around his finger, looking at chie steadily.

jay doesn't move forward yet though. ]

I'll make it quick. Are you ready?

[ungodly]

[ heather didn't want any part of this. in the ritual, in killing, in anything. and sometimes the best thing to do.. was nothing.

she slips out of her vest and shoes until she's standing there in just shorts and a tank top, then puts a toe in the pool. it's a little cold, so she recoils before putting the whole thing in. foregoing caution, she jumps right in and floats idly to the other side, staring at the sky — at the sun.

before any of the murdering, the suicide, the pandemonium begins, she takes a deep breath, then swims down as far as she can, doing her best to stay there and drown out the sound. this was the only way she had to not see. to be.. uninvolved.

heather mason is alive. ]

[disinterested]

[Girge stands to the side, staring into the distance. His expression is blank, as he waits for it to all be over—as Mabel dies, as the Hunters die. (As nearly everyone he's come to form any attachment to is gone.)

So, this is what it's come down to.

Girge is alive.]

[pinesforyou]

[she is gonna hug him before the double suicide]

Come with us!