WEEK 2; TRIAL

[killerwaves]

TRIAL

Whether you investigated or decided to take it easy, before you know it the speakers crackle to life instructing you to head to the beach. This is a demand not a request, and anyone who doesn't comply will find themselves forcibly moved there by the kitty bots—even if it takes a whole swarm of them.

Once you get there, you'll see that this isn't quite a beach party, instead a gigantic sandbar dotted with some type of constructs has risen out of the sea and tides. The path to the sandbar is solid enough even if it is relatively narrow, and once you arrive you'll find that you're far out in the ocean, way farther than it's comfortable to swim.

And once everyone is gathered, the pathway recedes back into the sea leaving you trapped here, all twenty-eight of you. At least there's ample seating, a kind of amphitheater made of sand with space in the middle for grandstanding or dramatic revelations. Though the area is mostly open, there are lone pieces of sand wall around the edges, maybe to dissuade you from tossing someone into the ocean without stopping you entirely. Thankfully, a lone outhouse rests again one of the walls just in case you need to use the bathroom, though it's not much in the way of actual privacy.

Settle in, get comfortable or just complain about all the sand you'll be tracking back, if you make it back that is. There's still another sacrifice to be chosen after all according to your administrators and—

Maybe you've noticed there's no palm trees or speakers here? It's just you, and the sand. For now.

(( OOC: Welcome to your first trial! You'll have 7 hours (8PM EST/5PM PST) to find the killer and send them off their death, if you believe in justice at least. Since this is scapegoat style, finding the correct killer is not mandatory!

Please remember to vote before then unless you've spoken to a mod, as votes are our stand-in for AC. ))

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[skyworp]

[Well it's all fun watching everyone run around, but maybe Skywarp's had his fill and actually wants to get involved...]

Say, Zelkov.

[Skywarp twists his head like a curious bird.]

You've plenty of hobbies, correct?

[passetemps]

I do. The subject of mechanics is one I know very little about, however, assuming I am reading between the lines of your question correctly.

[butcherspice]

How's your eye for sculptin', lad? Y'sounded like a right expert before.

[passetemps]

I am reasonably skilled in the art, but do not have any experience with sugar sculpting in particular.

I would also like to point out that I suggested the possibility of using the worm confections to cover up a sugary wound in the first place.

[butcherspice]

Givin' bobbies a little grain of truth as a tip-off is a great way to make you look less like the robber, mate. I've pilfered through me fair share of cookie jars.

...say, Zelk. Mind if I take a gander at that cape of yours?

[passetemps]

Be my guest.

[ hands it over? there's nothing weird on it. a little bit of grass and dirt from falling asleep in a garden, but. ]

[butcherspice]

[While they're in the proximity of each other, Billy is also going to give Zelkov's newly uncloaked attire a once-over. Anything goopy/flaky on it?]

[passetemps]

[ nope! literally just garden dirt. ]

[butcherspice]

[Hmm. He's not fully convinced, but hands the cloak back over. your motherfucking life ends a shoe check from now]

[passetemps]

[ takes it back and sighs. ]

[skyworp]

That could be true. Or it couldn't. All we have is your word.

[But since he has no alibi, things look mighty suspicious.]

But it is reasonable to assume, isn't it?

[passetemps]

Yes, I can see why you would suspect me, and I unfortunately have little but my word to provide in defense.

[skyworp]

Then you'd better hope to put on a convincing show.

[butcherspice]

....oh.

Now that the ol' tin can mentioned it, I had an enlightening little chat with Zelkov when we first dropped on the bloody island. Bloke's a regular Picasso, I'd say.

[skyworp]

[TIN CAN??]

[butcherspice]

[Take it as a compliment mate]