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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More leads to him than anyone else.

[Wait.] Are you fond of him?

[ Someone save him. ]

Don't be ridiculous, Thor. A piece of red fabric is not proof and frankly, if you start accusing others, public opinion will be turned on you.

The feathers and the kitchen are clues. Everyone agrees. [His frustration is mounting, but he simmers down.]

You're the one that wanted to stab an alligator to get home. What happened?

[ His expression softens slightly. ]

I am still the same. I will do what it takes. But we must be sure.

Is this something you wish to be on your hands?

I did ask him to prove that we will all return home.

[He feels the need to point out that he wasn't just gonna kill the duck.

He will forever remember being so careful not to threaten a duck, particularly at dinner.]

We are working within their rules. And rules can be bent. For now, it is our closest lead.

I am not saying the duck is not a suspect. But you are a better person than that.