WEEK 3; TRIAL

[killerwaves]

TRIAL

Like last week, the kitty bots herd everyone over to the sandbar once the time for investigation has concluded. At the least, this little piece of your personal hells has emerged unscathed in all the wreckage. Unlike last week, Overhaul and Shigaraki are already there waiting for you, the former looking about as grouchy as a mask can get and the latter looking pretty amused.

Off to the side in a booth of its own is the body as well as attendant kittybots; apparently it’s messy enough this time to require some clearance, but it’s still close enough for the admins to oversee.

This murder sure was something, even for your masterminds. Theorize and/or judge about who could have done such a thing and get a snack from your local kitty bots if you get hungry—the theme is italian today, with pizza, mozzarella sticks, stuffed meatballs and the like.

(( OOC: Welcome to your second 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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Butt Check 2: Electic Bootieloo

[conchy]

[As promised, Lobelia is first in line! He's in his usual robes, so Temenos can have fun dunking his hands in his pockets in search of missing hearts and whatever else. He's as composed as usual, basking in all this warm and welcome attention, so much so that he's gleefully humming a tune as he waits to be inspected.]

Touch me as you like, Père!

[dupiety]

Hah. Don't mind if I do.

[Playing along just makes things so much easier at this point, so he'll go ahead and check Lobelia's robes. And...yes, he will legitimately frisk him because fuck it.

He'll lift up fabric as he needs to to check injuries as well.]

[conchy]

[Lobelia is having trouble not tee-heeing up a storm! He manages to keep himself from laughing in favor of keeping up his jovial whistling — the same tune as Haruka's song from this morning — all the way through his thorough frisking.

What Temenos will find is that there are no visible injuries on Lobelia's body. Even the bruises Temenos might remember being on his ribcage have entirely disappeared, and as for his pockets? Nada. They are awfully deep pockets, though.]

Heh-hehe—! You spoil me so, Père!

[dupiety]

There's more where that came from.

[He wraps his arm around Lobelia so he can reach all the way into those deep pockets.]

[conchy]

[He still won't find that missing heart! ...But he will find something, Lobelia taking the opportunity to lean in and whisper into his ear.]

Voulez-vous connaître la vérité? Me protéger.

[He's not going to get that far otherwise, is he?]

[dupiety]

[...]

Je comprends.

[conchy]

Merci, mon ange.

[With that, Lobelia steps away.]

[passetemps]

[wringmaster]

[finalforte]

[Enjoying the view as the robes are lifted too, she can Appreciate.]

[chosenwang]

[ Hey Lobaelia ]

Open your mouth for me real wide.

[conchy]

My, what an invasive request! You aren't my darling Père, so I'll have to respectfully decline.

[Please, he isn't hiding the heart under his tongue like the fish that asked for pickles in Spongebob.]

[chosenwang]

I am afraid I'm rather possessive and would like to check your mouth myself.