MOCK TRIAL

[notjustanytoon]

[Perry the Platypus has died. There is no doubt about that. Those of you who were hoping that nobody would give in to the judge's demands have swiftly been proven wrong.

The students are hoarded to the studio lounge once again, where a large door has appeared, seemingly from nowhere. Inside, defying the laws of space and time, is an incredibly large room, bigger than any of the others. It's boring and brown, a perfect courtroom, and seems far more maintained than any of the other rooms.

Three very large framed portraits hang ominously over the whole proceedings. The first depicts an old mansion, decrepit and decaying, with an oddly purple tint. The second features a vintage building, tower-like in size and scope, against the backdrop of a bolt of lightning. The third...is considerably harder to make out. Namely, while a few bits of the picture appear to still hang there, it by-and-large seems to have been torn and clawed at by some very very big claws.

There is a circle of podiums, 27 to be exact, standing around a large bubbling pool of you-know-what. Be careful not to trip, kids. Each of these podiums bears a student's name, a small stool for sitting, and a screen and keyboard. You can guess what those are for, can't you? The podiums for our three minuscule friends come with stairs to reach the top of them, of course. 2 of the podiums stand empty, adorned with mini golden oscar statuettes depicting Edgar Balthazar and Perry the Platypus.]

Once everyone takes their places, Doom appears, sitting at a chair placed in front of the portraits. An ideal place to overlook these proceedings.]

The trial in the case of Perry the Platypus's death shall have very simple rules. You have accumulated enough evidence over the past hours and must now figure out who is responsible. When I call the vote, you shall type in the first and last name of the individual you hold responsible.

[His expression lights up just a little.]

Succeed in accumulating a correct majority vote, and you shall live while the culprit is punished. Should you fail to gather up a majority, or vote incorrectly...

Well. I suppose you'll find out.

[You have the evidence you need to piece this together, but can you apply it properly? Is there another way out of this situation? You'll just have to put your heads together and find out.]

(ooc: welcome to the mock trial! for those of you new to this, threadjacking and pointing out contradictions while contributing to the discussion is encouraged. if you have any questions, feel free to ask your mods!)

Comments

[notjustanytoon]

The purpose of the trial is simple. In order to achieve victory, the culprit has to "get away" with murder. This is something of an excercise for them, to prove that they are capable of doing so. That's in simple terms, mind you.

While I'm at it, I am willing to state that whatever nonsense you're spilling out is not relevant to this case. I didn't kill the platypus, and neither did my men.

[pinkflip]

[well that's great to know- while she has him here--]

Since you're being so forthcoming, mind answering a few other questions? Like, what happens if we don't figure it out? Or why there were twenty-five of us, but twenty-seven podiums?

[notjustanytoon]

...there were twenty-seven of you when you first arrived here. I would suggest you count the number of bodies in the room right now.

Should you fail to vote correctly, either by not attaining a majority vote or by simply voting for the wrong suspect...there will be a mass execution. The only one who will be exempt from this is the original culprit, who shall go free.

i, an idiot who can't count,

[pinkflip]

[WELL THAT'S A LITTLE-]

Excuse me?! Where do you get these whacked out ideas from, you creep?!

[notjustanytoon]

My muse inspires me quite often.

[pinkflip]

What muse?

[notjustanytoon]

You don't have a creative muse.

[pinkflip]

Uh, no, I think they call this something other than creative, I think it's more like nutso.

[terribibble]

There'll be a what?

[notjustanytoon]

Everybody here will be dipped, save for the individual who committed the original crime.

[ilovepuppies]

The acid! That's what the acid's for!

[guess who's freaking out right now spoilers it's Star.]

[terribibble]

[OKAY BUT LIKE FOR GOOD REASON THO can we just have like a little freakout party over here]

Ohhh good god you're right.

[He's not watching that happen again. Absolutely not. Once was more than enough for a lifetime.]

So either way at least one more person's goin' to die. That's -- that's -- it's sick is what it is. This whole thing's just...

[He buries his face in his hands. One of them wanders up into his hair like he's getting ready to pull some out, because he is, because there is a non-zero chance he's going to die in the next couple of hours unless he successfully condemns someone else to it. What the fuck.]

[kindaruledatit]

It's awful! [Wendy's right there with you, Mcgucket. Standing around, trying to send someone to their death just isn't her style. She's looking more stressed by the second.]

Ugh, I wish we hadn't found that body...

[wannagetsmote]

Then we would have died anyway.

[kindaruledatit]

[she's just kind of

got her face in her hands. Sorry, Maui.]

[terribibble]

If we hadn't he probably would've just offed the rest of us on principle.

[kindaruledatit]

But that's...!

[She tugs at her long hair. Normally, a Corduroy is good under pressure, but today Wendy's not doing so hot.

Might be the threat of death looming over them.]

That's unbelievable. I just...!

[kindaruledatit]

Dude! No way! That's insane!

[wannagetsmote]

It's not something I'm gonna let happen, either.

[kindaruledatit]

How?! Dude, someone's gotta get picked as the person that did it!

[Whoops, panicking a bit]

[wannagetsmote]

I mean... [He looks away.] One is better than over twenty, right?

[He doesn't like it but... people die all the time. And this is justice, right? If this had happened on the islands...]

[kindaruledatit]

I'd prefer, like.... no one?

[geeze...]