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foolishmortals2017-10-14 11:49 am
keyofimagination) wrote in foolishmortals2017-10-14 11:49 am
FIRST TRIAL
[As the living guests finish investigations, they will hear a small click from the library. The door in the back of the room is now open, and true to The Narrator’s words, it leads to the boiler room and in the back there’s an elevator, already open for the guests. However this elevator doesn’t look anything like a normal elevator.
The elevator doesn’t start until everyone is seated and buckled in, and when it does, instead is starts moving backwards for a few moments before going up. As it moves, your host’s calm voice is heard inside the elevator.]
Friday the 13th. It’s often considered the most unlucky day of the year, and for young Vanellope von Schweetz, she has encounter the greatest misfortune of all. Young Vanellope, who at the end of the day just wanted someone who loved her, instead found herself with nothing but pure hatred. And now Vanellope will have a new game to call home, a game only referred to as… The Twilight Zone.
[As he finishes, the elevator halts with an ominous creak. There is a long stretch of silence before The Narrator speaks again.]
You are about to discover what lies beyond the fifth dimension. Beyond the deepest, darkest corner of the imagination… in the Tower of Terror.
[And then, suddenly, the elevator drops. Hard. None of the guests will have a clear enough mind as they are suddenly being plunged to the ground to notice this, but somehow, the elevator is moving faster than gravity would normally work. But just before they would reach the ground, the elevator suddenly moves back upwards, and then drops again.
This repeats for what seems for an eternity, until the elevator quickly climbs to the very top and stops suddenly. There is a cheerful ding and the elevator doors finally open.
The doors open up to a 30’s-style night club. It’s impossibly clean for a hotel that’s been out of commission for decades, as, unlike the rest of the hotel, it was never closed. There is a grouping of 12 tables sitting in front of a stage, with a placecard, notepad and pen sitting on each one. Boarding the walls there are also 24 pictures, each one representing a guest. While everyone else’s picture is in full color, Vanellope’s is in grayscale.
Light music fills the room, and will continue to play for the rest of your time here.On the stage, The Narrator is already here, straddling one of the chairs and smoking a cigarette.]
Welcome to the Tip Top Club. I hope your trip here was uneventful.
[Judging by his knowing smile, he seems to know exactly that something went down in the elevator.
Each of you has assigned seating arrangements, though you are free to move about the club as you please. You will find that there are several amenities here, however, your main goal here will be solving the mystery that had been put forward.
Feel free to discuss this amongst yourselves, and once you feel you have an idea of who committed the crime, write their name down in your notepad. Majority rules, and participation in this activity is mandatory.
There will be no set time limit for this trial. I trust that you have found enough evidence to properly figure out who the culprit is.
[But on the bright side of all of this, there’s an open bar for those who already want to forget today.]
The elevator doesn’t start until everyone is seated and buckled in, and when it does, instead is starts moving backwards for a few moments before going up. As it moves, your host’s calm voice is heard inside the elevator.]
Friday the 13th. It’s often considered the most unlucky day of the year, and for young Vanellope von Schweetz, she has encounter the greatest misfortune of all. Young Vanellope, who at the end of the day just wanted someone who loved her, instead found herself with nothing but pure hatred. And now Vanellope will have a new game to call home, a game only referred to as… The Twilight Zone.
[As he finishes, the elevator halts with an ominous creak. There is a long stretch of silence before The Narrator speaks again.]
You are about to discover what lies beyond the fifth dimension. Beyond the deepest, darkest corner of the imagination… in the Tower of Terror.
[And then, suddenly, the elevator drops. Hard. None of the guests will have a clear enough mind as they are suddenly being plunged to the ground to notice this, but somehow, the elevator is moving faster than gravity would normally work. But just before they would reach the ground, the elevator suddenly moves back upwards, and then drops again.
This repeats for what seems for an eternity, until the elevator quickly climbs to the very top and stops suddenly. There is a cheerful ding and the elevator doors finally open.
The doors open up to a 30’s-style night club. It’s impossibly clean for a hotel that’s been out of commission for decades, as, unlike the rest of the hotel, it was never closed. There is a grouping of 12 tables sitting in front of a stage, with a placecard, notepad and pen sitting on each one. Boarding the walls there are also 24 pictures, each one representing a guest. While everyone else’s picture is in full color, Vanellope’s is in grayscale.
Light music fills the room, and will continue to play for the rest of your time here.On the stage, The Narrator is already here, straddling one of the chairs and smoking a cigarette.]
Welcome to the Tip Top Club. I hope your trip here was uneventful.
[Judging by his knowing smile, he seems to know exactly that something went down in the elevator.
Each of you has assigned seating arrangements, though you are free to move about the club as you please. You will find that there are several amenities here, however, your main goal here will be solving the mystery that had been put forward.
Feel free to discuss this amongst yourselves, and once you feel you have an idea of who committed the crime, write their name down in your notepad. Majority rules, and participation in this activity is mandatory.
There will be no set time limit for this trial. I trust that you have found enough evidence to properly figure out who the culprit is.
[But on the bright side of all of this, there’s an open bar for those who already want to forget today.]
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You're just old fashioned - what a surprise!
[ She chuckles, practically rolling against the bar as she whirls to consider the shelves. Seeing a few promising specimens, she delegates her tentacles to the task of collecting them.
Which allows her to cast a smoldering look over her shoulder at him. ]
It's adorable, really.
[ He can thank the powers that be there's a pretty sizable barrier between them at the moment, at least? ]
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Old age is quite the accomplishment where I'm from. Is it so common as to be considered a negative in your Dark Ages?
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[ Having uncorked the mead, she lets him watch her pour it. However, she's also turned towards him in the meantime, which means that view also comes with a generous show of her cleavage. ]
It also might explain why you don't seem terribly shaken by what's happened.
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Don't be ridiculous; this is a tragedy! I've seen a lot of people die but nothing like this!
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I never said you weren't affected, just that you aren't very obvious about it. I've already heard some nasty little accusations, you know.
[ Granted, they were from Ratigan, but. ]
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And what are your thoughts on the matter?
[Merlin is sort of afraid to know, but if it helps with the case....]
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I've seen you with Marnie - you like children. [ She almost seems to conjure up a glass in one of her hands, though it's really just a sleight. Setting it on the bar, she pours out a sample of the mead to eventually taste herself. ] And I think you've a little more pride as this purported "World's Most Powerful Wizard" than to stoop to murdering one.
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[He stares at her for a moment, a beat, then a hard swig of the mead.]
That feels like...a genuine compliment. Thank you.
[Because she hit the nail right on the head.]
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[ She chuckles, raising her glass and wiggling the pinkie that holds it, teasing. ]
I like her too, you know. Marnie. This dreadful business has made her mortality more apparent to me than ever - I can only imagine how you must feel.
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You'd best keep away from her! She doesn't need your influence!
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Now whatever could you mean by that? [ But then, a little smirk. ] A woman's confidence?
I could certainly see how that might be scary to an old soul like you.
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[ She laughs a little, bemused. ]
Why, there's no such thing!
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[ Amused. She tosses back the glass of mead, wrinkling her nose. ]
No wonder you're so happy holing up in your room with half the library - it's probably all you did before!
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[ Meaning her, of course. ]
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[GOT'EM]
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[ She scoffs. ]
I'll be around to collect a few soon.
[
About that.]