SIXTH TRIAL

[splitaseam]

[The whole trial thing must feel like the norm to everyone right now, and one can't help but wonder if this will keep happening until everyone has died.

There are three new epitaphs for Star Butterfly, Maui, and Fiddleford.

Here lies Star Butterfly
One of our most toughest girls
Went out with a pretty twirl

Here lies Maui
Claimed to be a great demigod
But it turns out he was a fraud

Here lies Fiddleford McGucket
He tried to wipe his mind
And ended up getting left behind

Well you all know what to do by now, huh?]

Don't spare any of the gory details.

Comments

[grimgrinningghosts]

["Probably", you sweet summer child. It does match pretty decently.]

[sixfingeredstan]

...Right. Well, this is unexpected. Ladies?

[Please tell him none of you did this. Please.]

[amadeusrockette]

. . . I would never. [Maui, maybe, but she sacrificed her keyboard to Fidds.] He - I gave him my keyboard so he could fix WALL-E.

[sixfingeredstan]

I know. We just...we have to consider all possibilities, here. And if there's a chance it was an accident...

[Well, that has to be considered, too.]

[amadeusrockette]

I'm - what motive would I have? Nothing happened this week. You don't - you can't accidentally mix bleach and alcohol!

[wow am i glad to be using these icons :|]

[sixfingeredstan]

Please, stop panicking and jumping to conclusions. This is difficult enough already, we don't need to be in hysterics. My husband died. Lefou's love died. We just want to figure out what in the hell happened.

[amadeusrockette]

Yes, and if I had done it I would tell you! I . . . I don't gain anything by leaving the mansion. I don't - going home is worse than being here.

[In a certain teenage angst way. Her father is, uh. Not particularly happy with her?]

[sixfingeredstan]

Then I believe you. That's all I wanted to know.

[For now.]

[kindaruledatit]

...Julia.

[Girl....]

[outsidethecircle]

Mister--he promised he wouldn't die! Why would I kill him?

[sixfingeredstan]

I'm not saying you did. I just...I want an explanation. Was anyone with Fiddleford earlier in the night? Did anyone perhaps look through his journal?

[outsidethecircle]

No, I was in my room drawing.

[kindaruledatit]

No! This is like the first time I've ever seen his journal before! Why would I even want to look through it?

[sixfingeredstan]

I don't know. I'm just trying to understand.

[He hates this so, so much.]

[kindaruledatit]

[UUUUUGGGGGHHHH]

What is happening today?!

[aboyandhiscar]

Hey, easy there, all of you. We don't know much of anything off one smudged fingerprint, and just asking folks what they were doing isn't going to get us anywhere.

I know it's rough, but let's take a step back and try looking at it a different way, okay?

[chainbroke]

A different way...?

[ What other way is there? ]

[aboyandhiscar]

Well...don't know exactly, but okay, sure there's a fingerprint. But there's gotta be more to it, yeah? Just because someone touched a journal doesn't mean they also know how to mix stuff together to cause an explosion and put out fires--chemical fires, at that, from the sounds of it.

And heck, we don't even know if any of us has actually done anything. Could be all a set up.

Let's try getting a bigger picture, then narrowing it down from there.

[kindaruledatit]

[...She sighs, pulling herself back from the panic attack she had been working towards.]

You're right. But this is like, way too weird to ignore, we gotta keep this in mind.

[aboyandhiscar]

Have any of these trials not been weird? Someone was turned into a rug last week. We can't take anything on face value anymore.

[chainbroke]

I-I was in my room. Drawing, too, like Anna.