MOCK TRIAL

[hijackers]

"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!

Comments

[bayoublues]

....Alright, if y'all don't mind, I'm gonna give y'all a good sniffin' over.

[What a great idea! Trust the gator who lives in a swamp to be the judge of hygiene. He's going to make his way around the room as best he can to inspect the general cleanliness of the crowd, as well as (maybe) their clothes.]

[stepfordsynthezoid]

[Virginia smells like oil, tears, and PTSD.

Otherwise, clean.]

[bayoublues]

[He's going to hesitatingly pat her on the back in an attempt at comforting her.]

You're good, ma'am.

[stepfordsynthezoid]

[...That's kinda weird. She doesn't know how to deal with that.

....its appreciated]

I shall attempt to maintain that descriptor.

[greekrevival]

[ No strange smells here! ]

[bayoublues]

[At least she's not wearing red. Then she'd be under a whole lot more suspicion.]

You showered yesterday?

[greekrevival]

Yeah. Before I went to bed last night. My boyfriend practically lives in the bath, after all.

[thevondrakehour]

[Von Drake just smells like whatever a duck normally smells like.]

[bayoublues]

[So bird dander and fluff?]

Sufficiently smelly.

[not_over_yet]

[ Mainly tobacco? and Victorian-era smog. ]

[bayoublues]

[Boy it sure is a tough time trying to sniff a tiny mouse.]

...How are you not dead yet from smoking?

[not_over_yet]

...Why the devil would smoking kill someone?

[ ...To be fair, the air quality in London at the time was probably unhealthier.... ]

[mister_mystery]

[Stan smells like scroogecakes and sweat. Just normal gross old man scent.]

I don't mind at all.

[bayoublues]

[Ew old men smell the worst]

A-okay here.

[yayashton]

[Ryan smells about as clean as someone who showered yesterday but was rudely forced to participate in a shitty investigation before he could shower this morning.]

[bayoublues]

Good thing I didn't have to end up lickin' people, huh?

[yayashton]

You're not my type, but I don't think it would have been that bad.

[windsintheeast]

[Mary smells completely and totally clean.]

[bayoublues]

[Suspicious. But that tiny bowtie thing is the only trace of red Mary has on her.]

May I ask what you were doin' last night, ma'am?

[worldsaway]

Alright, but it's been a long week, so..

[Thor smells like a guy who hasn't showered in about a week, kind of musky. He also has a tattered, red cape hanging off one shoulder.]

[bayoublues]

[Blech. Still better than the bayou on a humid summer day.]

Say, didja have that cape with you before?

[unclemoneybags]

[Louis would notice Scrooge's faintly sweet but otherwise clean scent.]

Go ahead.

[bayoublues]

[Suspicious.]

Did you take a bath yesterday, after you made pancakes?

[livinginthesun]

[Quasimodo smells mostly clean? Like at some point in the week he figured out how to freshen up a little.

Still smells vaguely of 15th century France.]

[bayoublues]

[Hm.....]

I guess you're fine.