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]

...

No. I'm not.

I just don't know why I would have come back to the kitchen, if it was me.

[solutionary]

I believe an obvious answer would be "looking for more food", you yourself said earlier that you don't--or can't-- go very long without eating.

[gluttoning]

I can't. But if I blacked out like that...

...

I'd be surprised if I left the golf cart behind, let alone the body.

[gravitys]

So your blackouts are usually more destructive?

[chosenwang]

More like... he probably would have eaten them. He can inhale quite a bit.

[ meme of slapping the top of the car, but it's slapping beel's stomach. this bad boy can fit SO MUCH inside of it ]

[gravitys]

Yeah, I was just wonderin' what kinda damage we'd be looking at.

[gluttoning]

I destroyed my entire kitchen and our exchange student's bedroom a few months ago over a cup of pudding.

And I remember that.

[gravitys]

Yeah. I pretty much was figurin' if it was you, we'd be lookin' at a helluva lot more damage.

[ A shrug. ]

[gluttoning]

...

[He just nods.]

[gravitys]

[ Nods back, apparently taking that in. ]

[idologue]

Your angry self did seem rather indiscriminate about what to eat... When I came across you, you were consuming raw flour.

Under those circumstances, it does seem strange that you would not simply remain in the candy area and eat your fill there, but...

[ Yeah, she's also not liking where this is going and she can't say this speculation is definitive clearing evidence at all. ]

[gluttoning]

Yeah, that sounds about right for me.

[He's just getting a little quieter now.]

I don't know what else to tell you. I know I blacked out, and I woke up.

[chrysaline]

[ Oof, that face... ]

But what about the cart? That missing part that Temenos found on the course... you wouldn't have done that while you were blacked out, would you?

[dupiety]

I think he would have taken the entire kart out on the spot, Psyche. That piece originated from within the kart.

[chrysaline]

[ Nodding! ]

So, someone took it out on purpose, didn't they? It doesn't sound like Beelzebub would have been that careful...

[ Unless it's a very delicious part? ]

[dupiety]

Certainly not in his state. Beyond that, precision does not seem to be a strength of his even while lucid.

[gluttoning]

[Its not wrong but why does that make him feel so grumpy]

[dupiety]

[He meant no ill will, dear Beelzebub...]

[gluttoning]

I don't know. I don't usually handle machines. They're not delicious enough.

[But he just shrugs.]

If I get too hungry, though, it doesn't matter.

[idologue]

Yes... This does appear to be a dead end.

[ Not much one can do about memory loss. ]

I still do believe this crime to be too pre-mediated and complex for it to have been committed in your berserk mode. But... we will have to keep the option in mind, at least.

[conchy]

Because you were hungry, non? All things considered, it should come as no surprise to anyone that you returned there.

[gluttoning]

If I'd been so hungry I couldn't remember anything, I don't think most of that golf course would be standing... but...

I don't know what else to tell you, Lobelia.

[conchy]

C'est bon, petit chien. You've said all you can.

[If Beel can't remember, he can't remember. In a multitude of ways, that's an awful shame.]

Perhaps our gracious hosts will take mercy on us and forgive our indecision? I can't imagine they will, but as it stands, we've been left grasping at straws.

[gluttoning]

[He just falls quiet.

Nothing else to be said, then.]