foolishmortals | 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.

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A wax arm couldn't bash someone's head in by itself. Not unless the ones in there are reinforced with rebar.

[Oh right, he should probably cite his sources. Look, Ford, he's a scientist.]

I used to have a wax museum and those things are pretty heavy but skulls are pretty resistant to bein' caved in.

That's... good to know.

[It means they can rule it out in future? Probably?

But this won't happen again. Right.]

So it was almost definitely the case, then.

Then in that case...could it be she grabbed the arm on the way down and pulled it off? That would explain the handprint and the beard hairs.

Grabbed it to steady herself as she went down, sure. Did we figure out which one it came from?

The one with the gaudy yellow suit.

Well good riddance.

Well it was somewhere near her skull at some point, unless these things are just real bad dandruff.

[Holding up one of the wax chunks again.]

[...please please please don't be magic dandruff.]