foolishmortals | 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.]

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What?! No!! No, thank you! A visual check is one thing, but I'm not gonna let you- you prod me!

We have other evidence we can focus on first, you know, and I'd say that's a little more productive than pointing fingers on account of who does and doesn't have feathers!

I bet your feathers would make a really soft pillow!

[...OKAY... JUST GONNA. EDGE AWAY FROM SALLY. As far to the other side of the room as possible.

Goddamnit Sally and he was just starting to think maybe you weren't actually out to kill him]

Really? It would be such a quick and simple check, whereas this evidence... well, it's all rather obscure isn't it?

We don't even have something as simple as a footprint to go after.

[ She clasps her cheek, musing. ]

Why, it's almost as if the killer just flew away...

I can't even fly!! I'll start jumping off of tables and flapping my arms if you want me to prove that, too, but I don't think it's ridiculous that I don't want to be subjected to a- a full body examination when we have so much other stuff to go off of!

They did.

[ A gesture to Thalia and Amanda. ]

Are you better than them? Is that it?

They didn't have to get prodded.

[very loud audible laughter from under his helmet t b h.]

Oh my, so you are capable of laughter! What a pleasant surprise.

[Josh...]

Quiet.

[make us kylo]

[he'll tell his grampa on you]

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lusito - 2017-10-15 00:08 (UTC) - Expand

Their skin is much less difficult to expose. Do you see where this is going?

[ She whirls her finger around and around: a circular argument. ]

This is ridiculous. Someone- [just gonna raise his voice a bit here] someone tell her that this is ridiculous!

It is rather ridiculous. We can't ask him to pull out his feathers, it's cruel!

[POINTED LOOK AT URSULA]

Right! It's cruel!

It's not...completely ridiculous... [Virgil raises his hands, defensive] But at the same time I'm having kind of a hard time imagining the duck killing Vanellope. I dunno, he doesn't seem to me the type that'd do something like that.

[Because of his nephews. Would someone who was worried about his young nephews kill someone who may or may not be of the same age than said nephews?]

Edited 2017-10-14 23:49 (UTC)

Yeah! Donald ain't that kinda duck! He'd never kill a kid!

This- This may not be the exact Donald that I know, but he's. He's still Donald. He cares for kids more than himself in a lot of situations. He's one o' the best people I know!

Edited 2017-10-14 23:58 (UTC)

darthfanboy - 2017-10-15 00:04 (UTC) - Expand

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[GONDUCK CALL FOR AID]

Now hang on, Donald would never kill someone just to change something. He can be angry and greedy, but that doesn't mean anything here. I don't think there ARE many people here that would willingly kill a kid like Vanellope.

See? Oswald gets it! I may be angry and- and- wait, what? No I'm not! I'm not either of those things!

forgottenfounder - 2017-10-15 00:05 (UTC) - Expand

Could be worth a go.

I wasn't asking you.

[like he was absolutely directing it at everyone but he was also channeling some serious anti-dick (therefore anti-Preston) vibes while doing so]

[ What's- what- what in the River Styx is happening- ]

If Donald was injured, his feathers'd be hard to clean blood out of in such little time. Let's not pluck the duck? I think a simple check is fine for him, should it come to that.

[ ...And- ] Can all of you stop- stop drinking, and help us?! We're going in circles here!

[ ...Well, her voice is getting a little more strained, talking to the adults. ]

[Thalia are you sure you want our help though cause I mean look where that went...]

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lusito - 2017-10-15 00:34 (UTC) - Expand

My point was he could simply pick free the soiled feathers and there would be no bald patch. I assure you, birds do that from time to time.

But--

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If you think a simple pat-down to check for an injury is so out of the question after you've been subjected to much more exposure, who am I to argue?

Edited 2017-10-15 00:17 (UTC)

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