Mock Gaiden Trial

[superstarlineup]

[After everyone has finished investigating the horrendous death of a poor dog (and also a couple of disasters who somehow gotten themselves killed, everyone will hear a loud click from the direction of Superstar Studios. A few moments later, the Agent’s voice is heard.]

Ok that’s enough rehearsal there! Time for the show! Everyone break a leg okay?

[As everyone enters the Studio, the first thing that hits them is the blinding lights, making it impossible to see anything for the first few moments.

Once their eyes adjust, they’ll realize that they are definitely in a really tacky movie studios. There are some cheap cardboard cutouts of monsters and city skylines, cameras that look pretty out of date, and the whole place looks like it was built on a shoestring budget.

In the middle of the studio there are rows of directors chairs for every guest that woke up here, with Rod, Ghost Host, and Stan’s chairs just knocked over. In front of them stands the Agent, grinning in an extremely uncanny way.]

I’m impressed! Three bodies is impressive after that first week of nothin’! I’m gonna make sure that culprit gets an extra special reward if they manage to get away with it.

[A small pause, then:]

Okay, my shining stars. You all have to figure out who killed your fellow actors so they don’t get away with it! If they do, they get their reward while everyone else will be punished instead.

There’s no set time limit, but make sure you don’t make it borin’. The cameras are rolling and I ain’t going to let the people watch another boring average reality show!

Comments

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

[....Well, I mean, if they aren't using them, Eclipsa's going to take one of those spare chairs to rest her feet on.]

Ah, a real Tardy Boys or Miss Marble mystery then? How thrilling.

[Five second pause as her expression falls slowly.]

...I don't really know how mysteries go, I assume clues of some kind? Is that something we have?

[superstarlineup]

Right on the money, toots! There should be plenty of clues around to help ya solve the case.

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

[Gross he talked to her.]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

If we don't have evidence, then were going to be stuck for sure.

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

...Well, I suppose I've found some things of note. It seems our black and white associate was killed with a fax machine. As far as I can tell, it was slammed into him and he collapsed into the tarot table, breaking it.

...Or maybe he was pushed into the table, breaking it, and then killed...? Either way, broken table, broken machine, broken.... head...

[feudalladyshandmaid]

...A fax what?

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

Oh, that's what I'm calling this weird blocky metal thing in the ol' Psychic Fax Center. It looks like a machine and it was in the fax place so. Fax machine.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Oh, that makes sense. Of course it's a fax machine.

[No it doesn't, but she doubts learning about what a "fax" is would help solve the case any quicker.]

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

[To be fair, Eclipsa's in a similar boat:]

It'll suit our purposes until we find out what its really called.