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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 think this is funny?! She's ruined a particularly expensive suit!
[It is pretty stained. All over his shoulder especially.]
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[she's helping!]
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Your.... Your---!!
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You disgusting scum! You'll rot in the Fields of Punishment for this, she was just a child!!
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...I don't know what you mean.
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Where did that blood on your shoulder come from, educated man?
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What happened last night?
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[ Ursula, stop drinking. ]
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[She's just gonna hold out her hand. There are definitely no ulterior motives here.]
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I won't have rabble treating me.
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[Amanda raises her hand again and makes a motion like she's yanking something towards her. Preston's jacket is being pulled off.]
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[He's too weak to stop her. The jacket reveals a wound in his shoulder, bleeding through his white button shirt.]
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