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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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[Elsa's voice isn't very firm, so her attempt at comfort probably won't do very much for him, but they were... kind of friends, right? They'd had fun at the party. She has to say something to him.]
The blame with this... it lies solely with the culprit. Not you. Guilt is a powerful thing, and you can't let it consume you.
[She speaks from so much experience here.]
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There's several things he could say, but they all tread too close to that secret, to the fundamental weakness of character.]
...You're right. You're right.