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 There are some cheap cardboard cutouts of monsters and city skylines, cameras that look pretty out of date, and the whole place looks like it was built on a shoestring budget.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]

oh my god- No need for that, I think. I guess we can... confirm any other injuries on him, I suppose.

[orwellgirl]

It's only the head injury. When you've completely caved in someone's face, anything else would be pretty overkill?

So, that's my alibi. I only do overkill.

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

Hmmmmm... well, if he was killed by the crystal ball like you say, then that must have been before black and white got into a struggle. He'd have shattered the ball when he fell on the table otherwise.

[dannydorito]

Aw, someone busted the ghost and Grayscale got all mad an' tried to stop them, and got busted himself in the process. That's almost sweet.

[stinkypete]

[Pete's ear twitches.]

Youse think they's still bleedin' out in this here courtroom?

[dannydorito]

You suggesting everyone strip, Stubs?

[His own shirt is still mostly undone. He pops another button.]

[regionsbeyond]

Stop that. [she doesn’t! want! to see this!!]

[dannydorito]

What, afraid of the truth coming out?

[He's doing this. He's making it happen.]

[I'm so sorry, everyone.]

[regionsbeyond]

I have no objections to further investigations for the purpose of discovering the culprit. What I do object to is you removing absolutely any articles of clothing, you horribly greasy little man.

[stinkypete]

WHAT THE MARBLE SAID!

[dannydorito]

Don't do the crime if you can't do the time, Aqualung.

[The shirt is. Gone. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry.]

[He is, at least, free of blood or wounds, if anyone can stand to look that long.]

[orwellgirl]

Can someone just confess already.

[of all the many reasons she wishes she'd done the murder this is the tops right now]

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

I-I, for one, think the truth is boring and it would be much more interesting to leave us all in suspense.

[please she's begging you don't.]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Very pointedly looking anywhere else.]

I'd rather have the culprit get away with it.

[southgatekept]

...I don't understand. Why is everyone objecting so strongly?

[ LOPMON, WHO DOES NOT WEAR CLOTHES, ]

[stinkypete]

You so much as take your hat off and I'm gonna crush ya into a baseball and hit a home run with ya, got it?

[dannydorito]

You're the one who suggested checking for blood, Stubs. Pretty sure crushing my head in would contaminate the search a little, doncha think?

[Besides, obviously the hat stays on. He's classy like that.]

Arm injury check

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

If we could perhaps limit who's showing off what from here on out, you might be onto something.

[Bill's display has certainly changed her focus to business.]

How should we set this up then? I'm not entirely sure what to search for, but... How about we start with a look for defensive wounds or something? If someone smashed a crystal ball into someone's head, they might have taken some shards to the hand.

[mostwantedfrog]

If it will get this man to put shirt back on, then fine. Make check quick.

[He outstretches his little webbed hands, palm-out. There are no pieces of glass or signs of injury in his hands.]

[dannydorito]

Jealousy is unbecoming, Jim-Carrey-as-The-Mask.

[Yes that is the entire nickname this time.]

[stinkypete]

[Pete shrugs.] Ain't got nothin' to hide.

[His arms and hands are clean...? You don't want a toon to take off his gloves. But also his gloves are sparkling white so it's probably fine.]

[mostwantedfrog]

Well? Take off gloves. Unfair if you do not show bare hand. Could be anything under there.

[stinkypete]

[Puts a hand on his froggy shoulder. In a deadly serious tone--] Trust me, lil' man. Ya don't wanna know.

[awardnothawk]

[Presents her arms, which are clean Her manicure is also intact, because I know we were wondering.]

This is ridiculous. How do we know this isn't a stunt from the studio to begin with?

[orwellgirl]

So, I think we can preeeeeeeetty safely say Chesterfield here probably died first. Are we on the right track, buddy?

Only graves can truly keep your secrets.