FIFTH TRIAL

[splitaseam]

[As the Stretching Room descends, there is a long pause before Oogie says anything.]

What? You wanna 'nother speech? You ain't getting one!

[New day, brand new epitaphs for our dearly departed awaiting in this graveyard.

Here lies Demyx
All he wanted was a heart
But he ended up torn apart

Here lies Kiara
Our most beloved kitty
Now ready to sit pretty

Here lies Tip
She wanted to think ahead
And ended up torn to shreds

Only a dozen of you guys left, think you can figure out whodunit?]

Come on, I ain't gettin any younger here!

Comments

HEY MODS

[terribibble]

[Alright. Alright, okay, alright. Deep breath. It's just a skinned talking lion and a little girl's severed head it's fine]

Are the -- for those of you that'd know. Are the marks on Kiara about the right size and shape to have come from the piano? I never looked at it that close.

[And... where exactly are they on her?]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[The bite mark is on her front leg and matches the piano. There is also notibly one'll a single bite.]

[amadeusrockette]

Um, I would . . . I would say so. You can check against my arm, if you'd like to be sure.

[She'll give her arm for comparison, if someone wants to be sure. It scarred faintly.]

[terribibble]

[Yikes]

No, no -- no. I believe you. Thank you, Julia.

It wasn't the bite that killed her. And it wasn't any of those scratches. So -- so unless whoever did this killed her by openin' her up--

[His voice goes very high and thin. He can't finish that sentence. He can barely believe he started it. None of this adds up and it's making his head hurt and god, he wishes he'd brought his cube with him. Something to fiddle with. Something to keep him from getting the urge to tear his hair out over a murder that makes no sense.]

[amadeusrockette]

. . . Would you like a cherry?

[Food fixes everything, right?]