Dr. Facilier (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
notreadyatall) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
foolishmortals2018-01-20 11:58 am
notreadyatall) wrote in foolishmortals2018-01-20 11:58 am
first trial
[Once you make your way to the portrait gallery, Facilier's snarky voice chimes in as per usual.]
One of you folks actually went and did it. Not surprised: they always do. Besides, if you were gonna kill someone, the grandma ain't a bad start. Figure it this way: how many of you actually liked her?
[Suddenly, the whole room seems to move downwards. The walls get longer, and the ceiling grows further away from you. The portraits themselves seem to extend, as the room moves downwards at a startling pace.]
Things are not always as they seem, gentlemen. Can it be this room is actually stretching? And notice this: this chamber has no windows and no doors, which offers you this chilling challenge… to find a way out. Of course, there’s always our way.
[Suddenly, the floor stops. A new door opens at the side of the room.
Inside is what appears to be an old voodoo shop, covered in various artifacts and an unsettling large voodoo head at the back of the room. There is a summoning circle painted into the floor with a deep red paint. Each of you has a place within this circle, with a wooden podium marked with your room number waiting for you there. Podium 26 has a single candle lit aflame, as well as what appears to be a voodoo doll of Madame Mim stuck to the top of it.
Light music plays in the background.
Once you all take your place, Facilier himself appears within the middle of the circle, out of a cloud of smoke.]
You're here to figure out who did this. Once you have a hunch, you can feel free to write it down on the podium in front of you, but there are no takebacks. Majority rules, and your participation is mandatory.
'Course, you have all the time you need, if you want it.
One of you folks actually went and did it. Not surprised: they always do. Besides, if you were gonna kill someone, the grandma ain't a bad start. Figure it this way: how many of you actually liked her?
[Suddenly, the whole room seems to move downwards. The walls get longer, and the ceiling grows further away from you. The portraits themselves seem to extend, as the room moves downwards at a startling pace.]
Things are not always as they seem, gentlemen. Can it be this room is actually stretching? And notice this: this chamber has no windows and no doors, which offers you this chilling challenge… to find a way out. Of course, there’s always our way.
[Suddenly, the floor stops. A new door opens at the side of the room.
Inside is what appears to be an old voodoo shop, covered in various artifacts and an unsettling large voodoo head at the back of the room. There is a summoning circle painted into the floor with a deep red paint. Each of you has a place within this circle, with a wooden podium marked with your room number waiting for you there. Podium 26 has a single candle lit aflame, as well as what appears to be a voodoo doll of Madame Mim stuck to the top of it.
Light music plays in the background.
Once you all take your place, Facilier himself appears within the middle of the circle, out of a cloud of smoke.]
You're here to figure out who did this. Once you have a hunch, you can feel free to write it down on the podium in front of you, but there are no takebacks. Majority rules, and your participation is mandatory.
'Course, you have all the time you need, if you want it.
no subject
This is all very elaborate for a prank. I must applaud that much.
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
(no subject)
no subject
She finds the podium with her room number on it and goes over to stand at it, clearing her throat. She might not be the leader here, but she's still a leader, and they have their work cut out for them.]
Regardless of who Madam Mim was, or what she might have done in the past two weeks, we find ourselves with the responsibility of solving her death. Let any of us who have evidence step forward, and if anyone has a confession they'd like to make, I urge you to do so.
no subject
Okay, I'm not Basil so I don't know much about being a detective, but I did find a few things in the dining room. Like broken plates, and a case for casino chips. There was also a lot of chips. Everything had some blood on it.
So that means Mim was hit with some of that, maybe the case, because it looked pretty heavy. Some of the plate shards had no blood, while others did have, so I guess that wasn't what hit her.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
I discovered the disembodied arm of one of the wax sculptures by the Witch's body. There were handprints and beard hairs found on it, as well as blood. There was a short trail of blood a couple of inches from her, like she had been moved but not very far.
If she wanted to be more convincing, she could've picked something a bit more intense than bludgeoning. Like someone could believe that would take her down.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
no subject
Stuff besides, you know, her. There was a lotta that, too.
[He places the bits of wax he collected on his podium, wiping a hand on his jumpsuit.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
no subject
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
(no subject)
no subject
So what happens when we figure out who it is?
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
After clambering up his podium: ] By the by, what happens to the others if someone does succeed in "getting away with it"? I've meant to ask for a while, but you're with us so rarely.
no subject
Then the rest of y'all get punished.
[A beat.]
By death, since I know that's your next-question, Sir Know-it-All.
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
no subject
So he just sort of takes his spot at his podium, looking like a kicked puppydog.]
I really hadn't thought anyone would do it.
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
Probably.]
We... we actually have to do this ourselves?
no subject
I don't want to either, Jane, but...I don't think he's going to let us leave until we do.
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
no subject
[ SURPRISE SURPRISE Gaston is jabbing an accusing finger at the Beast. ]
Just look at him! He probably tore her to shreds without thinking twice!
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
CATHERD
Enough of this. We're not getting anywhere bickering with this—nerfherder. [Gesturing scornfully at Gaston.] We need to go over the evidence again and re-examine the facts. Madame Mim was bludgeoned to death, and her head was caved in. It seems as if the likely weapons are that case from the dining room, or perhaps the wax arm found near her body.
The wreckage extended throughout several rooms, with accompanying trails of blood. There was also a handprint found on the wax arm near Mim's body, though we haven't ruled out that it belonged to her in her...male form.
Anything else we should note?
no subject
[True, the wax arm does have blood, but yeah, Rémy's leaning towards thinking the case is the murder weapon]
But Mim didn't die in the dining room, I think, so why did the killer leave the case in there if she died somewhere else?
[Instead of hiding it or something like that]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
(no subject)
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
(no subject)
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
here kitty kitty
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
VOTING
[With a snap, a large piece of parchment appears on each podium. With it, a small needle, proportioned to the person the podium is assigned to.]
Write down the name of who you believe committed the murder. Majority rules, and voting is mandatory.
no subject
...Do we have to sign with that thing?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
For Mabel
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
EXECUTION: You're Only Second-Rate
But then, a figure walks across the stage. It's easy to mistake it for human at first. But in all reality, it's some sort of marionette hanging from the ceiling, dressed up as a child. The strings extend into the darkness, almost as if being puppeteered by the shadows themselves. Woody tries to get up, to move, to do something - but he's kept down on the ground by an unknown force. The Sid marionette gleefully makes it's way across the stage, in an inhuman fashion, plunking something down next to Woody.
It's a colorful toy rocket. "THE BIG ONE. EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. KEEP OUT OF REACH OF CHILDREN."
Woody is duct-taped to the rocket, almost ceremoniously, and a match is lit. The match is positioned to the rocket's fuse, and it ignites. A countdown begins, echoing all around the room. Woody pops to life for a few seconds, attempting to remove his restraints, apparently given the sensation of life now that he's been adequately restrained. If toys could sweat, Woody would drenched.
The fuse steadily grows shorter. Three, two, one. Woody can only manage one word as the rocket is about to go off:]
"ANDY!"
[The rocket flies off into the rafters, before sounding off with a spectacular explosion. The initial explosion might be obscured from the audience, perhaps giving them a small sense of relief. But it's hardly any comfort when chunks of plastic, some melted and some charred black, begin to rain down on to the stage moments later. There's hardly any style to the way they fall, hitting the stage with horrible volume.
Facilier walks on stage, picking up a somehow stll-intact cowboy hat, and placing it on his finger. Turning to the audience, cheekbone exposed, he smirks.
He begins to speak:]
no subject
[Suddenly, he stops. He attempts to speak, but he can't.
Not slowly, and certainly not surely, it seems as though whatever flesh and bone the man still had left decides to just...give. His knees buckle, and with them, his torso falls forward. His body falls on to the stage with a sickening thud, and his head and his hat both leave his body, rolling uselessly to the side.
There's a beat, and Facilier's eyes open once more. His head speaks, detached from his body.]
...Technical difficulties.
[The curtain closes.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)