first trial

[notreadyatall]

[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.

Comments

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Dunno man, you got mustache hair, ya got motive, ya got a general hatred towards the unhuman that kinda grinds my gears.

Squirrel Girl calls it like Squirrel Girl sees it.

[athleticallyinclined]

Mademoiselle, I am a war hero. I do not bludgeon unarmed old women in the street.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

So was the Punisher and he kills people all the time and calls himself the Punisher. Doesn't exempt you from suspicion. And its kinda weird that you think it does???

If you don't got anything more than "he's a ~monster~ and he might have gotten away," really feels like we're talking in circles here.

[athleticallyinclined]

He is a monster and he did get away.

[ Why is this so hard to understand?? ]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

...Awesome. You done yet?

[athleticallyinclined]

[ He is for now. ]

[not_over_yet]

...Why are you so set on it being him? How bad was your break-up?

[faciliheir]

Finally, someone says it!

[athleticallyinclined]

That Beast terrorized my village and kidnapped my fiancee!

[ Amazing. Every word Gaston just said is wrong. ]

[not_over_yet]

Ah, so she dumped you then. That makes sense, he's a much better fellow all around.

[athleticallyinclined]

[ He snarls. ]

Do you not know the meaning of the word kidnapped?

[not_over_yet]

I know you've only a rudimentary understanding of reality. That alone makes your word useless.

And it's hardly as if anyone would need to resort to kidnapping to get someone to flee your company.

[athleticallyinclined]

You know nothing about me, rat.

[not_over_yet]

More than you do--though that's hardly a feat, I'll admit.

[ He's not the one with the inferiority complex, that's the other pants-discourse rodent. ]

[athleticallyinclined]

Is that so. Do tell.

[ Gaston no you don't wanna hear this ]