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foolishmortals2017-12-09 11:59 am
hijackers) wrote in foolishmortals2017-12-09 11:59 am
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!
[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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Yes, the ducks. Should we compare their feathers to this one?
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[He just wants to put that out there.] Which duck?
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[Bring out the guillotine.]
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But we don't think he worked alone?
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[Just. Butting in. She hates to consider that anyone here could be capable of such a terrible thing.]
I'm sure there's many situations in which a duck may lose feathers, and none have to do with murder in the slightest. The most we ought to believe right now is that we could potentially place them in that area as of last night-- and that alone does not a murderer make.
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I am open to the possibility of these being false leads. I'm interested to hear your thoughts.
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The culprit may have sought to leave a trail to point us in the wrong direction.
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[Thor thinks for a moment, buuuut he comes up blank.] I suppose we should consider who is clever enough to pull that off.
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But on the other hand, it's just as likely they were simply indifferent enough towards him to not care whether or not he was suspected... in which case we don't have any sort of lead at all.
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Who did we see at breakfast?
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...or maybe they were just left over from the other day. We don't know.