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

[canreallymove]

[Nods.]

Ok, so, let's...think about this. Smoothie smell and ice cream smell is definitely somethin' to look out for, but I also thought of something else too-the pool. The water's got a smell too. Now, I am definitely gonna smell a bit like the pool because I jumped in to push Koishi outta the water. Anya and you might also smell a bit like it too, cause you were there and helped out. Right?

Also whoever investigated the area where Carrie died'll smell like soda fountain maybe. I scooped up the water that had the vanilla ice cream in it into a bag, so I might smell a little like that too. So each of us having one of those smells and me having those smells...that would make sense.

It's the people who have all those smells or havin' it really strong...or, you know, having smoothie breath that would be suspicious. Right? Or, someone who cleaned too hard that would also smell wrong.

[lets_dewey_it]

Yeah, that's right. Thanks for the rundown, Sonic.

[hashtagwoof]

Right. So we're looking for ice cream, chlorine, or both.

[canreallymove]

[Thinking, thinking, thinking-

!]

Ok, so if that's the case and we're puttin' you in dog mode...I just gotta ask.

You remember directions and stuff from before you go dog mode?

[hashtagwoof]

Uh... No. That's why I told you about the showing-dog-smelly-thing trick. You remember the incident with the chili dog a few years ago? I totally forgot what I was doing while I'm like that.

[canreallymove]

Darn. Worth a shot.

Well, in any case, I was gonna promise you an actual Not Evidence Chili Dog either way, so...maybe I can do that after trial.

[Because he has to believe they'll get out no matter how awful the truth is. The truth being, at least one person was not walking back to the elevator today.]