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foolishmortals2017-06-24 12:14 pm
yourghosthost) wrote in foolishmortals2017-06-24 12:14 pm
Trial 1
[After everyone has finished their investigations, everyone finds themselves gathering in the stretching room once more. The door shuts behind them. The corpse swings above the proceedings, ominously, and wandering eyes can't help but draw their attention to it.
It especially draws attention when it appears to move upward.
The whole room seems to move downwards, as the walls get longer and the ceiling gets further away. A snide comment from your Host echoes throughout the room:]
Tell me. Is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it just your imagination?
Find your place in the graveyard. I will be with you shortly.
[After a few moments, the room stops. A new door opens.
It appears to be an outside area, covered in overgrown plants and moss. An incredibly high gated fence surrounds the whole area, and perpetual darkness (accompanied by a bright full moon) sets the mood. A cobblestone path goads you on through this area, leading to a circle of 25 tombstones, each labeled with a participants picture, name and their birthdate. They're arranged to face each other, ominously enough. On top of each tombstone is a small typewriter-esque keyboard.
The only unique tombstone here is the only marked for Karolina. It's adorned with a red rose and a glass of cognac, and her tombstone is marked with a limerick:
Here Lies Karolina Dean
She might have had a rough life
But she really didn't deserve that knife
As everyone finds their places, the Host speaks.]
The keyboard on your tombstone shall be used for voting who you believe committed this crime. Due to the...nature of some of our participants, I will be forgiving misspellings and accidental presses, but each guest shall only receive one vote, and we go by majority rules.
Take all the time you need, please. There's no turning back now.]
It especially draws attention when it appears to move upward.
The whole room seems to move downwards, as the walls get longer and the ceiling gets further away. A snide comment from your Host echoes throughout the room:]
Tell me. Is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it just your imagination?
Find your place in the graveyard. I will be with you shortly.
[After a few moments, the room stops. A new door opens.
It appears to be an outside area, covered in overgrown plants and moss. An incredibly high gated fence surrounds the whole area, and perpetual darkness (accompanied by a bright full moon) sets the mood. A cobblestone path goads you on through this area, leading to a circle of 25 tombstones, each labeled with a participants picture, name and their birthdate. They're arranged to face each other, ominously enough. On top of each tombstone is a small typewriter-esque keyboard.
The only unique tombstone here is the only marked for Karolina. It's adorned with a red rose and a glass of cognac, and her tombstone is marked with a limerick:
Here Lies Karolina Dean
She might have had a rough life
But she really didn't deserve that knife
As everyone finds their places, the Host speaks.]
The keyboard on your tombstone shall be used for voting who you believe committed this crime. Due to the...nature of some of our participants, I will be forgiving misspellings and accidental presses, but each guest shall only receive one vote, and we go by majority rules.
Take all the time you need, please. There's no turning back now.]
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That's what he's here for, right? To help. There's children that need comforting, friends that need a hand in keeping it together. Wander takes a deep breath.]
No matter what happens here, we're all doin' this together. All twenty-four of us. We'll find out what happened to Karolina, and from now, on we're not gonna let this ever happen again.
[He watches the others in the circle, pausing at each person to offer a soft smile.]
We got this.
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She can't bring herself to say anything otherwise. She doesn't want to hurt him, especially not now.]
Yeah... you're right, it will be alright.
[Even if she has trouble believing it right now, she'll pretend for everyone else's sake. And hey, maybe pretending will help make it real.]
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... however, he does peek out to look at Wander here at hearing the other's words. That's actually kind of comforting to hear, thanks buddy.]
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And, honestly, as a sad teenager who just had to look over the corpse of someone she was really getting along with here...? This helps. Not fully, but a little. That's what counts.]
Yeah, we got this. It's just like one of those detective movies.
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Is that really appropriate?
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Why do we all have a tombstone...?
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[Demyx seems to be uncomfortable about this all, too, but that's because he isn't fond of creepy stuff]
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[It seems someone put time into looking presentable, putting on the black-and-gold waistcoat he'd only rarely worn since the first day. His red bow is tied straight and neat, and his black hair is pulled back in a ribbon tied at the nape of his neck.
His eyes are shadowed, like part of him isn't standing there in the graveyard, but his attitude is serious.]
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This is, uh.... A bit much, don't you think.
What exactly are we supposed to do here?
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Normally, she would be stoked to be in an area like this, but given the circumstances she's feeling a little down. To say the least.
Karolina's bracelet is burning a hole in her pocket as she takes her spot behind her tombstone. "Wendy Blerble Corduroy". Heh, not exactly the way she wanted people to learn about it.]
Yeesh... Guess we're really doing this, huh?
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Let's make this quick. This isn't right.
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Let me get this straight. You guys gave us a motivation to murder someone--another innocent person--and now someone finally did what you've guys been wanting, but now we're holding a trial to find said murderer? Look, whoever did it, it's awful, and they need to be found out, but when they are. . .
What's gonna happen to them?
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[totally nonchalant]
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—but the combination of the fresh murder of Karolina, combined with seeing a gravestone with his name on it, is really putting a damper on that. He stares around the circle, looking each person over for a long moment, wondering how they're supposed to condemn someone for this death. He finds it hard to believe any of these people would have done it...]
Perhaps we ought to be discussing the evidence we've found before we....'vote.'
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I know there was a knife found at the scene of the crime. [murder.] I also found some... hairs?
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Hey, you and Fidds were checking out the hall, right? Why do you think there was blood on our doors?
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I found something in the women's bathroom...
[She pulls out the blood-soaked fabric. She lays it on her tombstone with disgust.] I don't know if it'll help but since it was in the women's room that probably narrows it down. It doesn't look like it was torn off anything, either.
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Who could it belong to, do you think?
[He steals another glance around the circle, brows furrowed.]
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But she can't let it end like this, not without the truth being known. They have to know. Then, maybe, this won't happen again.
So she takes a deep breath, and she speaks.]
I know it might be difficult to believe anything I say, but I promise you this: I'm telling the truth. That's what you deserve. ...what she deserves.
I am Fa Mulan, daughter of Fa Zhou. My country called for one man from each family to serve in the army, so I hid who I was and took the name 'Ping' to protect my father.
[She pauses, takes one more breath, and holds her head high as she speaks one last sentence.]
And I did not murder Karolina.
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[Is that what you mean?]
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VOTING TIME
[the keyboards along the top of the tombstone glow a ghastly blue.]
Input the name of the guilty party. While I have previously stated that I will tolerate mispellings and such, I will not tolerate intentional misvotes. Those of you who vote wrong shall be punished alongside the culprit.
Should you reach a majority vote, the culprit will be punished and the rest of you shall go back upstairs.If it's any consolation, I imagine you'll be seeing those two around the mansion soon enough.
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Somebody help him.]
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Re: VOTING TIME
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Re: VOTING TIME
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Someone help pls
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EXECUTION: A Life For A Life
[A large stage appears at the edge of the graveyard, and Mulan disappears. The lights come on on the stage, and she is there, kneeling before the proceedings. She hangs her head low, allowing her natural hair to flow freely. Barbed chains fall around her knees and hands, drawing blood in the process. Even with these, she doesn't look like she wants to run anytime soon.
All of a sudden, hazy voices come through, as figures rise up above her. Skeletal figures, decaying and wearing traditional clothing, judge her from above. One carries a staff, appearing to be the leader, and their voices rise as they speak of her with disdain.]
"She is a failure!"
"She has brought dishonor to us all!"
"Dishonor on her whole family!"
"She couldn't even kill the girl properly!"
A cacophony of voices rise all around her, each offering their own disdainful opinion of her. Yet, despite this, she does not react. She hears you, Reverend Ancestors. She hears you all.
Admist the own conflicting advice to their "descendant", a ghostly steed appears from the back of the stage. A silhouetted soldier steps off of the horse, his gait more resembling the slow shuffle of the undead than the honorable swagger of a soldier. A sword is loudly pulled from a sheath on the soldier's side, carrying with it it's own distinctive sound. His cape floats about in the wind as he approaches Mulan from behind, dragging his sword on the stage below.
Loud boots mark his arrival, and although Mulan might hear the sound, she kneels and does not react. She must die a soldier's death. For herself. For her family. For honor. There might be tears in Mulan's eyes as the cachophony of voices reaches their highest peak, as the sword is raised up.]
"A woman!"
"High treason!"
"Ultimate dishonor!"
"Deception!"
"Disgrace!"
[The sword finds its mark. The voices go silent.
Mulan's head rolls off to the side, her experssion a terrible visage of pain. It bounces along the ground with sickening terrible thuds every time it lands. A river of blood begins to pool up around the scene. Her body goes limp and falls forward, blood soaking the rusty chains that bind her.
The scene goes silent. All the onstage actors freeze.]
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There's a great big beautiful tomorrow
Shining at the end of every day
There's a great big beautiful tomorrow
And tomorrow's just a dream away
Man has a dream and that's the start
He follows his dream with mind and heart
When it becomes a reality
It's a dream come true for you and me
So there's a great big beautiful tomorrow
Shining at the end of every day
There's a great big beautiful tomorrow
Just a dream away
[...and the stage rotates away, as though it were in a rotating theatre. Mulan's head sickeningly rolling along the stage as it moves away, and blood begins to move around with the rotation of the stage. Eventually, it rotates into a brand new stage.
The carousel of progress rolls on.]
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