guiltrip | WEEK 2; TRIAL

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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For what it's worth, Beelzebub began the morning in a hunger rage. He seemed completely beside himself and rather dangerous - the reason being that he hadn't eaten during the time of the forced sleep.

If he were the culprit of this food-involved crime, this may not have happened.

[ A pause. ] This is, of course, assuming he is not somehow a masterful actor.

[ an expression that doubts beel is a masterful actor ]

No offense to Monsieur Beelzebub, but I can't imagine him orchestrating a crime with so many moving pieces... but that doesn't mean he wasn't involved in some manner or another.

I don't exactly like being so hungry that I get angry about it.

[But he's aware he's kind of being scrutinized here, so he'll leave it at that.]

If I may, petit chien, a question: when you become that enraged, do you remain fully in control of yourself? Have you ever been so furieux that you've blacked out and lost control of yourself?

...

Yes, I lose control sometimes. I don't remember a lot of this morning, outside bits and pieces.

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I see... What a situation difficile.

[Lobelia lets out a thin sigh.]

What is the last thing you recall doing?

I was in the kitchen last night. Wei Wuxian mentioned pork rib soup, and I got a real craving for something similar. But we didn't have any.

So I went and made myself twenty five pork chops. I'd finished all of them and was wanting to make some more when I blacked out.

I remember waking up, but all I remember was being so hungry that I felt like I was starving, and that I didn't care what I ate. I don't know how long I was like that. But I came back to my senses and the pantry was destroyed.

Oui, oui! You're quite skilled in the kitchen, petit chien.

[Just saying! Some people know their way around a kitchen better than others.]

Ah, and this isn't the first time you've felt such intense hunger while on the island, non? I seem to recall a certain incident that led to you ripping a speaker out of one of the cocotiers.

After that, you were so hungry that it seemed you'd lost all control. You were so hungry that you'd even shoved a handful of grass in your mouth!

[He exhales slowly.]

It's never been this bad while I've been here. This is probably the worst.

But yes. I've been pretty hungry before.

[This situation is becoming more and more unfortunate by the minute, isn't it? Lobelia slowly shakes his head. He's seen Beelzebub's temper firsthand, so it's getting more and more difficult not to look at him through a certain lens.]

I hope you understand why I'm asking you this, petit chien... but have you ever injured someone without realizing it?

Yes. I have.

[And he's not stupid. He knows where this is going.]

You're thinking I killed him, then.

I'd like to hear this theory in detail, because I simply cannot see it with how I witnessed you.

I haven't said that, have I, petit chien? Please don't pull such a sorrowful face.

[But the evidence has begun to mount against him, and with so little else to go on...]

...Regardless, all we can do now is look at the facts. I'm afraid those conspicuous gaps in your memory are telling in their own way.

[Lobelia is quite fond of Beelzebub, insofar as a person like himself can be. That's why, with another resigned sigh, he has another serious question for Beel.]

Tell me, Beelzebub... Are you afraid of the truth?

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[ ...Man, he really doesn't want to do this, but -- ]

Beelzebub, you have the ability to create fire, right?

Yes. It's not very powerful, but I can do it. It's a staple for demons.

And you turned into your demonic form and broke one of the speakers before.

[ ... ]

Mn. Last week. I got angry.

There was a lot of shattered sugar glass on the scene, was there not? The culprit could have stepped in it, leaving traces of it on their shoes, even if it melted.

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If we check for this, we ought to place stricter scrutiny on those who were not at the scene.

I understand. Still, we should check everyone, regardless.

[With a nod,]

No arguments there.

I will do a clothing check as well.

[ After seeing what's going on with Zelkov, that seems like a good idea. ]

We can do a shoe check. The footprints in the arcade are possibly, probably Chai's, but there's no reason not to be thorough if there was this much sugar all over the place and not just there.

Yes, I agree. I will begin that immediately.