FINAL TRIAL

[grimgrinningghosts]

[When everyone is done investigation, they will hear a mechanical whir as the Doombuggies start back up again. (Best hurry before Heihei and Tarzan's corpse get away from you guys.) When they get back into the Doombuggies, they head back into a tunnel before they meet up again with both groups. Finally the Doombuggies roll to a stop once again and the guests will find themselves in the graveyard, just like every Friday when they had a trial.

The graveyard looks just as it has been, except now there is a knife chained to each tombstone in the circle. This is including the tombstones of your dearly departed, so don't worry if you wanted to have a different formation for the final trial.

And, as always, there is a new epitaph for Jiminy Cricket.

Here lies Jiminy Cricket
So deep in despair, he couldn't think
Got what he wanted and went out with a drink

And don't worry if you're not sure where to go from here. As everyone gets situated to their podium, they'll see someone familiar entering.

Oogie comes out from the shadows]

Well well well, what have we here? About time you showed up! I was wondering if you all died back there.

[How much luck do you guys have by your sides?]

Comments

cw: a little bit of colonialism

[toogoodforhim]

[Didier spits angrily on the ground.]

Your showmanship could use some work, savage.

[notreadyatall]

Don't.

[toogoodforhim]

Don't what.

[kindaruledatit]

Dude.

[toogoodforhim]

What?

[He hasn't actually repeated the action]

[kindaruledatit]

You, uh...

[How does she.... point this out...?]

You're kinda being a little racist, dude?

[toogoodforhim]

This is blood magic? We're about to become human sacrifices. What about this is civilized?

[outsidethecircle]

When has this place been civilized?!

[toogoodforhim]

Not recently! But the blood sacrifice is a new element!

[aboyandhiscar]

Guys.

Lefou--not cool, turn it down and no more 'savage' stuff!

Everyone else, focus! We need to try not to die here!

[toogoodforhim]

[He takes a deep breath to steady himself, and then another for good measure, his hand coming up to the small glass hook he's wearing underneath his shirt like he might've grabbed a rosary if he was more of a praying man.

He doesn't dare close his eyes. Not right now.

...He doesn't apologize, either, though.]

[outsidethecircle]

What about that man who impersonated Tarzan?!

[toogoodforhim]

[Sis he was unconscious for that]

[kindaruledatit]

....Actually, what kind of magic was that? It had to be something involved with all this.

[outsidethecircle]

No idea.

[aboyandhiscar]

He was wearing a couple things around his neck, yeah? That helped him stay disguised. Magical bull.

[kindaruledatit]

Yeah, like... a weird little shell necklace. It shattered and he turned back to normal.

[splitaseam]

[Hi he's still here.]

All depends on your definition of "normal", toots.

[notreadyatall]

He wasn't exactly the most normal-lookin' person, was he? Mostly the ears.

[kindaruledatit]

I mean, none of it?

[They are being told to give up blood and die and all that.]

But, saying certain things kind of... goes the wrong way, you know?

[Yes, she KNOWS she's in a trial basically for their lives.]

[toogoodforhim]

[???

No, he doesn't know. But he's not going to waste breath defending himself either.]

We're just dividing ourselves, we need to focus.

[kindaruledatit]

Yeah! Yeah.

[They can discuss the Problems of Racism later.]