foolishmortals | MOCK TRIAL

"Alright, mooks, everybody make youse way down to the trial room, pronto!"

[There's certainly no trial room on the map. No trial soundstage, no trial room, where oh where could they be talking about. You might spend a long time looking for it, or only be thinking about it for a single second before it comes over you.

Whenever you close your ears, or even blink, you find yourself there.

The room is a cartoony laboratory, filled to the brims with scientific equipment and beakers beyond wondrous, almost impossible to imagine being utilized in any sort of actual scientific context. A large monitor is mounted on the ceiling, playing a single clip on repeat along with the words "IMAGINEER THINK TANK". There is a large stage underneath that television, which your two hosts take their places at quite readily.

A circle of metal podiums is set up on the ground floor, 26 in total. Each is marked with a name and a photograph of the individual who's supposed to take their place there, as well as a keyboard for inputting...something. The 26th podium is marked with a grayscale photograph of Gwenpool.

Your fellow participants appear in the room one-by-one, seeming to "digitize" out of nowhere. Once everyone has appeared in the room and taken their place, the air around them seems to go deathly still.

Mugsi holds a cigar between her lips, lighting it from a stick of dynamite lit by Kate. With Mugsi taking a deep inhale, Kate speaks, the dynamite somehow fizzling out.]

Each of you has a place you oughta be sitting, and your job is to solve the mystery that's been put before ya. Once you think you know who did it, input their name on the keyboard in front of you. Majority rules, participation is mandatory, and if ya vote wrong you're not gonna see the light of day ever again!

So, get on with it!

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[Hugo seats himself at where he needs to be. This is all so...bizarre. He's not entirely sure what's going on.

Really, the atmosphere of gloom is way more uncomfortable than any other part of this. The need to lighten the mood itches his skin...or whatever constitutes as it.

There are no jokes here though. His mind is blank. He nervously laughs.]

Anyone wanna confess?

Unlikely. Judging by the set-up here...it's not just shame the culprit would receive. This is a trial... [ She addresses Kate and Mugsi. ] So what's the punishment if we find them? I think it's only fair if you tell us that.

Uh, I shoots ‘em. Duh.

[ ...Capital punishment does seem reasonable to the Victorian here.

But... ] And what happens after?

Game keeps going on.

[ ..... ]

What exactly are the circumstances under which anyone is allowed to leave?

Get away with it. Didn’t we spell that out?

...The game continues until it's down to the murderer, who is then obligated to vote for their own execution, or face execution for incorrect or lack of voting?