WEEK 3 - TRIAL

[productions]

week three 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, as long as you are accompanied by a partner.

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.

At 7 PM, the trial will adjourn for the day. Players will be escorted by the Hostess to the ballroom, where dinner and wine will be served until 10 PM, at which point players will be required to return to their wings in groups with their wingmates and will be locked in their bedrooms until 8:30 AM the following morning.]

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Comments

[respecting]

Hold up! If we was fightin' in there, donchu think there'd be blood on the walls?! Or some kinda cuts or bruises on me? I don't have super healing, yo!

[notyetlost]

You're super fast though. I bet you could totally avoid a sword coming at you.

[respecting]

In a freakin' elevator shaft!? That's not a lot of room, yo... it was a katana, not a short sword!

[notyetlost]

You have a body double. Thing.

Maybe you let it take all the slashy stabbies!

[respecting]

Wouldn't work - I take the same damage it takes. It's not really for defense, I just need it cause of how the UG is.

[humanic]

Can you show us your giant shuriken? So we can compare the blades to the marks left in the corpse? If you could chuck things at him from a distance, we might be going about this all wrong.

1/2

[respecting]

Urgh... [Et tu, Stiles?]

[respecting]

Fine, I'll show ya! But you ain't gonna need to check it when you see it.

[he summons the shuriken. Giant means giant. It's about the size of a person's torso.]

[humanic]

Dude, that's so freaking cool. [He doesn't actually think Beat did it, he just wanted to see the giant shuriken okay.]

[respecting]

Heh heh, I guess! I'm just sayin', if I threw this at a normal person, he'd prolly get cut in half.

[this is a total guess on his part though, he's never used it on a living person. But it is cool enough to do that, he thinks]

[humanic]

Well, if we ever have a murder where someone's cut in half, we'll know who to look for. Except then it'd probably be someone framing you.

So how strong are you anyway? Wanna try picking me up and flying around?

[respecting]

[he already retrieved the body so he doesn't see why it's necessary, but on the other hand he already retrieved the body so it couldn't really hurt]

Uhh, I guess I could... [sizing him up. He's taller than Beat, but only a little heavier than Dave.] Might be kinda awkward though.

[notyetlost]

If that's true then prove it. Let me punch your body double and we'll see!

[respecting]

Tch, whatever. Your info card says you punch like a girl, right?

[no, it just says he dresses like one.]

[notyetlost]

[Obviously Beat doesn't know of the great nation of Hungary's super awesome punching abilities.] Why you'd prefer a girl? You want Belarus to punch you in the nuts instead?

[Gesturing to her mangled letter opener in the evidence.]

[respecting]

Man, I don't care what you guys think I did, I ain't letting anyone touch my nuts!

[but fine here have a body double coming at you while Beat flies up out of the way]

[notyetlost]

Oh my god wait wait I'm not ready!

[respecting]

Suck it! You're the one wantin' to punch me, so come on and do it, yo!

[Shadow Beat may or may not be trying to grab Poland and give him a noogie...]

1/2

[notyetlost]

Y-you suck it--

[notyetlost]

--OH MY GOD NOT THE HAIR!

[pasodoble]

ARE YOU TWO REALLY FIGHTING RIGHT NOW?!

[respecting]

Watchu mean, I'm right over here!

[Near the ceiling. As Poland is noogied by a Beat-shaped black shadow thing.]