week 1 - trial

[productions]

week one trial



[At 9 AM precisely, the old grandfather clock chimes once again, and the doors to the drawing room are opened. They will remain open until everyone has come inside, after which they will shut behind them. It is not possible to leave on your own, although perhaps if you have a specific purpose the hostess will allow you to go. The room is set up comfortably, with several tables by the fireplace set out to assist with the trial. The Hostess will also remain in a seat near the fireplace, next to the scales on the mantle. At lunch, the doors will open to bring in a large meal on an automatically rolling buffet, and at 3 PM, tea and finger sandwiches will be served. You'll be able to enjoy the trial in comfort, of course, but the information cards set out on tables will not allow you to forget your true purpose here.]

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Comments

[godwhisperer]

Hahaha. Precisely. Using scent alone, he found this room. Mr. Barrow's assessment of his malodored pomade are perhaps accurate.

[He looks pleased to have the hamsters appreciated.]

Very well. Cham-P, Sun-D, join your compatriot! Go, find the pocket knife.

[The hamsters scurry off.]

Are there any other items we require finding?

[humanic]

Is that what that smell is? Gross.

[He goes to unlock Clyde's desk drawer.] Well, if there's any chance they could find the missing piano wire, that'd be awesome. Or anywhere chloroform's been used, I'm pretty sure Lydia was drugged.

[godwhisperer]

They cannot find the chloroform. To expose their tiny bodies to such chemicals would be dangerous, even for ones as fierce and powerful as they. If you wish to check that, do it yourself.

However, they may search for the missing wire so long as it remains within the manor.

[throe]

It's gotta be somewhere. Piano wire can't just disappear, it's not like you can easily burn it either.

[godwhisperer]

It is small, and there are many places it may be hidden. Much like my Dark Gods! Ahahaha! Hahaha!

[At that moment, Maga-G scampers up his pant leg, and Gundam picks him up into his palms and regards him solemnly.]

My Maga-G tells me they are unable to locate the pocket knife.