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

[lets_dewey_it]

<sub>[...ouch oof that hurts his soul owie

But, that also does sound like a Koishi thing to say...]</sub>

Torichan... Did Koishi say anything else to you?

[whimsicalism]

Whatcha got there?

Whatcha got there?!

[Those who were at the pool will recognize this as what she was screaming upon arrival.]

[lets_dewey_it]

_{[Just like in my favorite video game the Pheonix Wrights he thinks the next step is feed her, but he will try and press a little more.]} Anything else?

[shinedsobright]

What if we guess what it was? [He knows this meme]

A smoothie!!

[whimsicalism]

[Well, funny he should say that.]

Um.... Goodbye!

[violence_ensues]

[Hmm!]

...Will you miss me when I'm gone?

[whimsicalism]

Did she want it to be gone that badly?

[Toritorika sounds a little confused with this repy; she tilts her head side to side.

... But it doesn't seem like you have to recreate the conversation for her to repeat something more recent. You get the sense that might have been for the meme goof.]

[lets_dewey_it]

_{[Want what to be gone? Hm...!]}

[shinedsobright]

Hey... Does Tori only repeat the things Koishimmer said?

[If so, they just narrowed it down to a girl, right?! Maybe]

CLARIFICATION, SORT OF

[whimsicalism]

[By Toritorika's next cheep of:]

Don't predators want to spend their time hunting prey? Hunting prey?

[... it sounds like it might be more like this line of inquiry is making her need to go back to older memorized phrases. She might just not have had anything new to add to Adorabat's last question.]

[shinedsobright]

Oof... you sure that's what you wanna talk about right now, birdie?

[Seems a little off topic from the rest of what they got out of her. A dead end, but kind of a grim one ain't it?]

[violence_ensues]

[...Hmm...]

...Hello, Koishi!

[whimsicalism]

Whatcha got there?

[violence_ensues]

[Darn, a dead end. Adorabat was hoping another name was said.]

[shinedsobright]

Why goodbye!?

[whimsicalism]

No it's fine I'm leaving! Bye!

NoitsfineImleaving!

[Stressed bird behaviors kick in again; she starts rustling her wings as if to fly.]

[copycut]

[ ugh. man... ]

It really does sound like the same culprit killed both Carrie and Koishi, then.

[whimsicalism]

[Though she's pushed pretty far into her stress limit and will probably need the mollification of treats and pets before she can be called on again, Toritorika has one more interjection.]

No hard feelings?

[lets_dewey_it]

Shh, shh, it will be okay...

Uh... Do you want a treat? Are you hungry? You must be hungry... _{[Anything to help the bird be less stressed.]}

[whimsicalism]

[Sonic is also giving the bird little bird pats, but her claws tippy tappy on the podium as she bird-walks her way a little closer to Dewey. Perhaps a treat will help calm her down in case she has anything else to share later.]

Whatcha got there?

[lets_dewey_it]

What do budgies like... I'll go get some seed for you, okay?

[lets_dewey_it]

<sub>[Gears turning in his head...

Maybe his theory was right? Koishi was a witness? Walked in at the wrong time?]</sub>