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

[faciliheir]

When you find my initials being carved into your forehead while you sleep tonight? That'll be me. Have fun.

[athleticallyinclined]

Mmm, yes. What were those letters again? "F" for failure?

[faciliheir]

Two Fs. For "fine and fabulous."

[athleticallyinclined]

Foolish and feeble, perhaps.

[ is he really sinking to this level



yes he totally is ]

[faciliheir]

Golly, those are some big words you're using! Did you pick those up from the half a book you've read in your whole life?

[athleticallyinclined]

Please.

I have better things to do with my time than read half of an entire book.

[faciliheir]

[...]

Is there really any reason to even try when you're so capable of owning yourself?

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Finally, surrender. ]

You may as well give up now, mademoiselle.

[faciliheir]

Oh, I definitely know when to bow to a worthier opponent.

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Chalk up one more victory for Gaston. ]

[pinkflip]

...Wow. That is way sad.

[upgradeit]

[???????

HOW IS THIS GUY EVEN REAL]

[not_over_yet]

The man's a hunter and can't even differentiate between different species. He's likely just mimicking sounds that have been used around him often.

[not_over_yet]

"Foolish" and "feeble-minded""--you're absolutely right, that is a perfect label for your forehead, Gaston!

[athleticallyinclined]

[ At this point he's ignoring Basil and just speaking to the room at large. ]

Someone should really do something about this rat infestation.

It's disgusting.

[tanukey]

[Rat. Vermin.]

...I really don't care for you right now. Like less than the duck, and that's saying something.

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Look he didn't say anything about weird badger things. ]

There's a duck?

[tanukey]

...and may I say your powers of observation are TRULY stunning.

[not_over_yet]

Well naturally! He hunts, after all--[ stage whisper: ] so you suppose he's ever been successful, there?

[tanukey]

Oh, at LEAST as successful as he's bein' here at not looking like an idiot.

[not_over_yet]

Indeed, such legendary triumphs he must have!

[not_over_yet]

[ That's fine, he can pretend to ignore you too. You think he isn't well-versed in such childishly petty approaches? ]