TRIAL I

[lesmodsalouette]

Trial

Today is going to be a loooong day. You knew that pretty shortly after waking up, didn't you? On the plus side, it means you've had some time to process the death of one of your own, or leisure time at the very least. But come midnight, the clocks in the castle all strike out in unison again. This time though, you barely have time to clutch your head before you're transported elsewhere.

Yes, you're coming in your pajamas if you were already in bed.

The place where you find yourself is obviously not the castle, that much is obvious from an immediate look alone. The look is very circus fair meets hell, minus any actual fire (for now). The walls, the lighting, the atmosphere is different, reds and purples and exposed rock face all together with furniture that should belong in a courtroom, and a carnival, not a caldera. It's a stylistic choice, for sure.

Seating consists of various stools on the outer ring, the layout suggesting that the preferred way to conduct trial is to free mingle towards the center, unless you're partaking in food and refreshments. A veritable bounty of a spread is available for you to partake as you like. There's even an entire table's worth of chocolate, cut out in various animal shapes for you to enjoy. And yes, alcohol too, because a banquet without the finest wines isn't a feast at all.

Even with all the food there's plenty of space for all of you, but do be careful around the pit in the center of this room. How deep does it go? Where does it lead? There are other unanswered questions to answer, and you've been tasked with finding out who murdered Tia. The Witch of Ruin demands a show and unfortunately you are his captive actors. He presides over all of this from a balcony above, the best seat in the house.

(( OOC: Welcome to your first trial! You'll have 7 hours (until 8 PM EDT/5 PM PDT) to vote one (1) person guilty of murder. As this is scapegoat style, a correct vote is not necessary. Please remember to vote unless otherwise discussed with the mods, as that is our AC for this game ))

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[spotsalone]

We've no reason to suspect any of us! The best we can hope for is to pare down our list of potential suspects and pray we can put the pieces together from there!

[ Hold on he's clambering back to his feet. ]

You're the only one causing fights over the prospect of catching a murderer, and yet you're above suspicion?

[antemeridian]

[ there isn't much room on her outfit to hide a bunch of items or anything, but she'll reveal her room key and crystal. ]

The snakes brought a jar, but I didn't see the point in bringing it here.

[spotsalone]

He taunted me first.

[ HE'S TELLING MOM. ]

[littlegentleman]

[This joke confuses him, but he appreciates that he isn't getting made fun of.]

[baebladie]

[ Sword, crystal-thingamajing, key, and some pieces of paper. ]

The jar is at the villa.

[divineth]

[He lets out a suffering sigh at that.]

Aye. I thank thee for bringing further avenues of discussion to the deliberations.

[simulacres]

Yeah, that makes sense.

[ she nods. ]

Where'd you get the tarot card from?

[distain]

[Was he a blanket burrito at the pool party? It's the only time she probably would have noticed him...]

I see. Something to do with your curse?

[ocenon]

[ In whatever hammerspace he pulled the second jester hat out of, he'll wordlessly show his room key and nothing else. There's also the sword on his hip, but that's about it for him. ]

I was also given something, but I left it in my room this time.

[divineth]

I speak of what Chara described.

[So no, he didn't taste it himself. But honestly, he's starting to wonder...]

I shall go and examine it further myself.

[diel]

[ hello stranger, ]

Is there a reason why people got specific things for the confessions? I noticed some people got the same things, and some people didn't. Was there a pattern...

[vivens]

It's a souvenir from home. It's pretty special to me.

[simulacres]

[ she...actually doesn't try to touch the gun. but she will nod. ]

Uh... thanks. Did you get a frog or a jar?

[siffriend]

[ PLEASE hickey. ]

And you let yourself be riled up. [ ... Quieter: ] It only takes a single vote to frame someone. If we split it evenly, and someone doesn't like your attitude... then they could put theirs in, and you'd be considered guilty.

[ That's how Siffrin's looking at this, too. Making sure to get along with others. Not causing too much of a fuss. Easy processes, both because they have nothing to hide right now and so they aren't seen as a potential to turn on. ]

[littlegentleman]

[Hesitantly, Junior pulls out his crystal, his room key, and a small kitchen knife. He hadn't really wanted to reveal that he was armed, but...since so many other people are, there seems little point in hiding it.]

I also...received one of the firefly jars, which I left at the suite.

[baebladie]

[ Very much so but it existed for a second. ]

...Yes.

No one foresaw this. There isn't much time to obscure much.

[ Maybe the obvious things; but not all manner of aspects. ]

[simulacres]

What are all these knives for?

[ ... ]

Also, are you okay? You look tired.

[snakeblood]

[ He wasn't, but he had a long coat on and drinking a lot of alcohol. ]

More hereditary? [ Like his eyes. ]

[baebladie]

No, it isn't.

[ Blade at least doesn't consider himself special. He doesn't really think of himself as much, really. ]

...It is. Even if we must deal with the circus first.

[coldseep]

... I'd really like it if we could figure out who it is. It doesn't sound like he'll tell us if our guess is right or wrong after all this.

( sad.... tia :((( )

I wish there were more ways to figure this out besides just hoping the culprit left a tell on their person... And Ish said he wouldn't confirm what prize Tiamat got for her confession.

( there probably are other ways but he's lived in a beach state of mind for so many thousands of years... gears slowly turning... )

[spotsalone]

[ After the whole Everything with Angelo... ]

I've nothing of note.

[ Squirreled away in the pockets of his greatcoat: a pouch of tobacco, a few rolled cigarettes, a thin chisel that looks to have once belonged to the workshop, and one of those wooden frog toys. ]

[whileaway]

[Break empties his pockets of his key, a small vial, the crystal phone, a spoon wrapped in a napkin, and a jar of fruit jam from the banquet hall. He has a long thin sword he's been carrying too, but that wasn't in his pockets. ]

[simulacres]

Oh, thank you.

[ she nods. ]

Do these fireflies...do anything? The wooden frogs turn you into a frog, what do these do?

[antline]

[He has a bunch of buckles and Hot Topic stuff on his arms.]

Here, look.

[His hands are bare, but his nails have dirt underneath them.]

[antemeridian]

[ That does indeed track. ]

That is in accordance with the rules for magic I am aware of too.