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

[exclamationpoint]

Um. So, Judge Doom looks like a human but weird - and I don't mean the whole [gestures at his face] thing. I mean, he sort of looks . . . fake? Like the halfway point between you and me.

I think he might be a cartoon?

[terribibble]

I... I'm sorry?

[He kind of missed that whole thing after Edgar's death. He was a little distracted by flipping his everloving shit.]

[exclamationpoint]

Oh um. [Uhhhhhh.] So some of us are cartoons and some of us are not? Judge Doom is trying to pretend like he's not a cartoon, but I think he is. I think Perry was investigating him and found out he was someone else before he became Judge Doom.

Possibly a possum in a people suit.

[pinkflip]

...Say what?

[exclamationpoint]

Kim, look at me real close and then look at him. [He points at Fiddleford.] It's like one of those pictures you look at and suddenly you see a different one.

do we need a mod to confirm this or

[terribibble]

[He's just... gonna squint between the two of them as well. This is some nonsense. He's not going to see anything.

Is he?]

[notjustanytoon]

[Well, gee. Now that you mention it...]

[terribibble]

[TIME 2 FUCKING SHRIEK AND JERK BACKWARDS BECAUSE WHAT THE HELL]

[exclamationpoint]

Dude, chill! It's not that big a deal.

[terribibble]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S NOT THAT BIG A DEAL?

[exclamationpoint]

Some people are talking crickets and some people are cartoons. It's not a big deal, it's just life.

[terribibble]

It's -- it's -- it's unnatural! It's disturbin', and I've kept quiet about it to be polite but this, this, it's -- I am not a cartoon!

[whistlenotchirp]

...you think crickets are unnatural.

[LIKE THAT'S WHAT HE ZEROES IN ON fuck the rest of all this.]

[terribibble]

[OH DON'T YOU COME WALTZING IN HERE TO BE SHITTY ABOUT THIS]

Talkin' crickets, yes.

[whistlenotchirp]

[He pulls off his jacket to fucking fistfight again.]

[terribibble]

I am not goin' to fight you, for god's sake!

[kindaruledatit]

...What, you mean he can't be made of spiders or something instead?

[terribibble]

Oh good lord don't say that, that's much worse.

[kindaruledatit]

Yeah, dude! Like, a suit filled with spiders.

[They're going mad in here. Must be the paint thinner.]

[rollerscoater]

Oh, must we?

[kindaruledatit]

Nah, I'm just messing around.

[Sorry, Mrs Mouse. She'll stop.]

[exclamationpoint]

I mean. I guess . . . he could be . . .

[He is super not loving that mental image.]

[hitontheheadasachild]

[She...literally just caught this thing and she has no clue what the previous conversation involved, but

e w ?]

[whistlenotchirp]

[Jiminy suddenly lets out a S C R E A M at that suggestion.

Upon realizing he revealed himself as a huge coward, he quickly uses his hat to cover his face.]

[kindaruledatit]

[And that's why this was worth it.]