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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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Sounds good to me. Um, maybe we should work on determinin' who the culprit is--or, er, who tried to kill Gwen?
Um, most of the people I sniffed were dirty and dingy. Mr. McDuck was somewhat clean, but he still smelled of pancakes. I know we're suspectin' him now, but, er, there's other people who wear mainly red. Like, um, that weird muscle-y man.
[He doesn't know why, but he feels vaguely threatened by his presence.]
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I do wonder what he's been up to.
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...I dunno. Seems like if I was one to commit murder, I'd wanna cover my tracks.
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He does also wear a rather striking red coat.
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[he maaay be a little biased because scrooge made him all those pancakes the other day]
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No one is convicting anyone without further proof.
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Yeah! So let us question some folks!
[By 'us' he mostly means Loki.]
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We need both suspects. Gaston and the duck. An interrogation, perhaps.