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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[gluttoning]

[He just tucks his hands into his pockets with a shrug.]

I was by myself, yeah. And I was by myself when I woke up.

[dupiety]

If I may add, Lobelia...

[He appreciates the initiative but he has something to say for Beelzebub's sake.]

The crime scene was loaded with sweets. I mean no disrespect to Beelzebub, but I do not see him leaving the scene without devouring them first.

[gravitys]

Yeah, I agree with that one. He'd never waste candy in a body.

[finalforte]

Then... does that mean Zel-chan did it?

[conceivesfrenzy]

That seems kind of easy though, doesn't it? Isn't he basically the first one that we all think of probably being able to do it, even if he isn't lying about not being able to do it?

[finalforte]

Maybe it's his hobby, hyaha ♪

[conchy]

Oui! Beelzebub's stomach is nigh bottomless. It's hard to imagine he wouldn't devour even blood-soaked gummies.

[dupiety]

I would argue that it is bottomless, honestly...

[gluttoning]

So long as they tasted good.

[gluttoning]

No offense taken.

It would be hard. That sounds like it was a lot of candy.

[dupiety]

Yes. There were the obvious gummy worms, but it also sounds like the entire fountain had been converted into a sugary confection.

[gluttoning]

I'd love a sugar fountain.

But I'm more curious about how they'd manage that. Sugar has to be really, really hot to stay as a liquid.

[idologue]

That is a good line of questioning we have not pursued yet. There was nothing nearby that could have been used to heat up the fountain, right? In that case, we may be looking for somebody with heat related magic.

[chosenwang]

Nothing that I could see. The fountain was still very hot as well. It was melting one of those candy bowl props.

[microtransactions]

If it was melting the bowls, how would they carry the melted sugar over to the tracks, in the scenario you suggested where they used the railway to help with making a mold?

[chosenwang]

Either an ability or they had the right equipment to carry it around. I will fully admit my theory can be wrong. Making sugar sculptures is a bit beyond me.

[microtransactions]

Mm. The simpler answer was that it came off of them on the trip back from Seagull, as other people have suggested, but I guess we don't know for sure.

If it's equipment, though, we should have found something, right?

[chosenwang]

Not sure if there is anything simple about that. We also don't know if they dumped anything out to sea. The important thing is to keep an open mind, right?

[microtransactions]

Simpler, not simple. There's nothing simple about this entire thing.

[ though he huffs another sigh. ]

... Though you reminding us that stuff could've been dumped into the water sure is something, huh.

[ yikes, who knows how much has been taken by the waves. ]

[chosenwang]

Dumped in the water or even dumped in the mess of the kitchen. [ How would the find evidence after a Beel floured the whole place while in hungry hungry hippo mode ] I doubt our hosts would make it easy for us regardless and the rules does state you have to clean up after yourself when you kill.

[gravitys]

I feel like that's the kinda thing you need to practice. I've done those stall games with candy molding at festivals, but the reason they're so fuckin' hard is that it takes a certain skillset.

[killerwaves]

[ For clarification's sake, anyone who played on the candyland course would notice this fountain was always sugary. It's part of the whole candyland motif 🍬. ]

[dupiety]

Hmmm. They would have needed an ability to heat a body of water that large.