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foolishmortals2018-01-27 09:30 am
rech) wrote in foolishmortals2018-01-27 09:30 am
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Second Trial
[Once everyone makes it the portrait gallery again, they will hear Randall's voice echo through the room.]
I'm not sure what everyone expected. There are a lot of children here and given the situation it was only a matter of time they started dying.
[Charming.
The floor descends once again as Randall begins his speech.]
Our tour begins here in this gallery where you gaze upon the sweet innocence of youth. Ah, but things are not always as they seem. 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 my way.
[The floor stops again and doors open to the trial room.
At least the trial room doesn't look terribly different, although there are strange burn marks in the summoning circle now. And now, along with Mim, now Woody and Noby's podium has a lit candle and a voodoo doll resembling them (which is perhaps a little redundant in Woody's case).
Randall is already standing within the summoning circle, holding his stick with Facilier's head on it.]
Now then, I hope everyone has fun today.
[Trial Start]
I'm not sure what everyone expected. There are a lot of children here and given the situation it was only a matter of time they started dying.
[Charming.
The floor descends once again as Randall begins his speech.]
Our tour begins here in this gallery where you gaze upon the sweet innocence of youth. Ah, but things are not always as they seem. 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 my way.
[The floor stops again and doors open to the trial room.
At least the trial room doesn't look terribly different, although there are strange burn marks in the summoning circle now. And now, along with Mim, now Woody and Noby's podium has a lit candle and a voodoo doll resembling them (which is perhaps a little redundant in Woody's case).
Randall is already standing within the summoning circle, holding his stick with Facilier's head on it.]
Now then, I hope everyone has fun today.
[Trial Start]
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[Leia stands at her podium, heavy-hearted, and looks around the circle as everyone shuffles in.]
One of the people in this room murdered a child. If you have any decency whatsoever, you'll give yourself up now and make this less painful for the rest of us.
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[They shouldn't have killed that kid in the first place and surely they know it]
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...If you do confess now, whoever you are, I'll just break your arm.
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Arrow drags himself to his podium, and stares at Randall.]
I don't do fun.
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[Randall doesn't seem to care at all if you're Mr. No-Fun.]
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[He holds up the broken sky tile.]
It was under the kid's body.
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Y-yeah, he got that...weird camouflage screen thing from the slot machine. He- I thought he put it up in his room.
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Basil scrambles up his podium, same as last week. ]
...Did anyone happen to find some sort of. animate rock, anywhere? I found the eye-creature in the casino, but the boy had two pets... and the eye-creature at least was very distressed. I can't help but think the rock's in no better state.
[ He feels these aren't exactly the best priorities, but the eye-thing was so sad. ]
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Their names are Rocky and Spinny.
[Maybe it doesn't matter much in the course of the trial, but he feels like it would've mattered to Noby.]
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[As upset as a rock can be, anyway.]
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[Because if so, maybe...]
Then maybe those bruises weren't made with Rocky. Noby may have been pushed down the stairs.
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Yeah, he was...and...it did sorta look like he'd fallen down the stairs, to be honest.
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[A pause, and then he writes something down.
'There were scratches on the stairs. It seems to be made by some kind of object instead of claws or nails.']
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While we're ruminatin' on um, what happened to N-Noby, um...I though it's important to mention that, um, I found some...blood in the sink. Upstairs, in the bathrooms. And, um, Kit mentioned that the k-killed might've tried to wash their hands recently....
[He trails off for a moment.] I, I think it might be good to check people's hands and see if they're clean or not. Anyone good at sniffin' things out?
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RESULTS
Soos and Jane are the ones that stand out the most...
[...buuuuut...]
...but it doesn't really mean either of them are the killer. I mean, it's natural to want to be clean, so let's not point fingers at them unless there's something else making them suspicious, okay?
[This is far from being decisive evidence of any kind, it's more like a footnote, but if it was of help to you guys...]
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CATHERD
[She pinches the bridge of her nose. It's clear that she's in the same boat.]
Let's go over what we have so far, it might help us get a new perspective.
Noby's body was found near the bottom of the stairs. He had bruises all over, and a wound in his head. His pet rock and that piece of the 'sky' were found nearby. The panel was broken, too.
There was a footprint on the bottom of the stairs, that looks small enough to be a kid's. Upstairs, there was blood in the sink, yes? And paper towels in the trash?
What else...the scratches on the bedroom doors, and the broken furniture. Am I missing anything, here?
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They were made of paper, so it probably wasn't too hard.
[Sorry Doreen.]
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INJURY CHECK
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Injury check
Everybody, line up. Let's make this quick.
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VOTING TIME
Voting has commenced. You have all made strong pleas, and I have evaluted each of your cases. The volunteer whose name you shall be writing down is...
Jane Darling.
Anyone who writes down anything that is not the words “Jane Darling” will be executed as well. Have fun.
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EXECUTION: Every Little Piece
A hatch at the side of the tube opens up, and another one of those lifeless marionettes pops out. This one is in the shape of a young pixie, with blonde hair and a green dress. The marionette shakes violently all about, dropping golden dust down the tube and on to Jane. Jane sneezes, and immediately, begins to float upwards. Flyingi s a familiar feeling to her, and for the first three seconds, she almost naturally takes to it.
Then she realizes she can't stop.
She thinks unhappy thoughts. Nothing happens. She thinks of death, of Noby, of Woody, of Madame Mim, of what will happen if she doesn't stop flying right that very second. Nothing helps, and the second resort must come in. She screams, and Jane desperately attempts to push herself against the wall, clinging on for any sort of support. It only gets her so far, and she continues to gradually float upwards, up towards the waiting fan, where the blades look to be sharper and sharper every second.
Jane drifts every closer to the fan, and her screams of terror get more and more pained by the moment. Randall, sitting off to the side, takes a large sniff, seemingly taking delight in this. She bumps her head against the fan, and presses her hands against it, hoping to use it as a last form of support. To keep her from heading into those blades.
It takes an uncomfortably long time. The way she screams and thrashes about, attempting to hold the fan in place, grasp anything for support. But eventually, things must give, and Jane heads up into the ceiling. Her cries become even more anguished before eventually stifling and coming to a halt completely, as blood covers the top of the tube.
There is silence.
Then, slowly, the fan shuts off. And, thankfully, the curtain closes. A second after it does, you can hear a wet SPLASH as what remains falls downwards.
Randall moves back on to the stage, and dryly, he speaks:]
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No song for you today. There is no great big beautiful tomorrow.
[and he fades away.]
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tw: emeto
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cw: emeto ment
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