FIFTH TRIAL

[whimsicalism]

FIFTH TRIAL

THE CONTAINMENT CENTER

There are two more dead this week, and some unusual locations led to some unusual and interesting evidence. Once the students have had time to scour the affected areas and collect their clues, Kakuya's lilting telepathic voice guides them back to the elevator. Everyone now has plenty of elbow room - and plenty of carrying space to bring down the evidence, living creatures and all.

In addition to the constant strobing of the lights and the scream of metal chafing against metal, those who can tune into the softer noises in the background might hear snippets of a song on their descent. Though the lyrics are garbled and unintelligible as any other song playing in the soda fountain, a muffled crooner keens in the distance. The familiar clown whose presence is a constant despite the shifting cells, however, is 32 22 flavors and then some. He precariously balances a multi-scoop ice cream cone in one patient hand, all of its assorted scoops unpleasant and sickly colors. Multiple punctured balloons hang down from his other arm, wrinkled and dripping what is probably chocolate sauce. A cohort of aliens that look like every mid-century American fantasy of the little green men from outer space hone their weapons in silence. For the most part, every monster looks less restless now, but the hunger hasn't faded from any of them. If anything, it's intensified. If anything, it looks like they're biding their time.

There is, however, no sign of Father in his new prison. If he's suffering from the consequences he faces, you won't get the satisfaction of seeing that just yet.

Without the stark light of Father's telecomm screen, the trial room is a little bit darker but no less brutal. There's no longer a Prefect's desk visible by the podiums. Nanami, with nowhere to go, stands around aimlessly for a few moments, fidgeting, before finally taking a petulant seat on the open floor.

Kakuya, herself, is no where to be seen but the faint sound of flute music announces that she is watching. A voice echoes in the back of your mind as you return to your familiar podiums.

"It... looks like two of you are gone... Find out who killed... Koishi and Carrie, won't you? Kakuya... won't mind if you don't but don't... give up right away, okay? That would be no... good."

She laughs in her familiar, childish way. "Kakuya... wants to see what... you do this time... friends. Let's... start."
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OOC NOTES

Welcome to the fifth trial! Today's trial image is the famous eldritch cafe illustration by Jeff Paul Johnson. There are two dead this week, and success will entail solving both murders. Despite the shakeup in the management recently, there are still NPC question sections available.

Evidence Reminders:

• If you can carry it you probably can bring it. While the body itself isn't allowed into the trial, most things are, including live animals.
• If your character has access to a piece of evidence and you don't know if you can bring it in, you can either ask the mods privately if that's possible or by pinging them in the post itself.
• If a piece of evidence is forgotten or the original finder otherwise can't present it (an emergency, etc), you can either assume retroactively that someone did or that the sheep brought it in to make sure that everything is tidy.
• As always, just put MODS in the header of your comment to get our attention for any clarification.

Good luck!

Comments

[imprefect]

[Trying to play it cool...!]

Isn't that totally weird? Just the other week, a dead person was standing there!

[Well, she did call them on the phone the other night, so... Nanami scoots over.]

[hashtagwoof]

What do you mean? Aren't they all in the... What was it called again? That city in the afterlife realm?

[ Don't tell him she can see dead people now. ]

[imprefect]

[She just kind of mumbles her reply, looking pouty.]

Kakuriyo... Yeah, I guess it doesn't matter when they're all just trapped in that freakshow town.

[Whining about taking a dead person's stuff loses a lot of its punch that way.] Well, I guess what she doesn't know can't hurt her. [Nanami is now a poor man's Jeanne substitute.]

[copycut]

Hiii~ Make yourself comfy!

[ :) ]

[imprefect]

There's no way that's going to happen under these circumstances! [Just the anime girl equivalent of the 😖 emoji right now.]

...Ahem. I'll be standing here today, so do your best.

[She takes a breakfast bar from the open box but just kind of...sits there with it. Who could eat at a time like this?]

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat chomps on the breakfast bar she took before going to her podium. So... her.]

[copycut]

Hm? [ chinhands!! ] And here I thought we could finally get to know each other... Well, another time, maybe~

[imprefect]

Huh? Why did you think that? [That's the more important part, but what has Nanami so confused, rather, is:] Are you really saying you feel comfortable right now?

[copycut]

Haven't you noticed? I've always been comfortable, this whole time!

[ and also maybe it's funny to tease Nanami, making Kuro more so ]

[shinedsobright]

[oh. That means she is directly across from Fret now as he's presenting his knife and scoop]

Dang, we've got to stop meeting like this.

[imprefect]

[Hmph.] Just be lucky you weren't acting suspicious or anything like that.