FIRST TRIAL

[despairection]

[The moon has gone back into the sky and Mac Graziano, the Super High School Level Boxer, is the reason for it. The champ-to-be was found in front of the Theater by his classmates.

Once the announcement sounds, large green pipes appear in front of the students. Going down these pipes will place students in an empty but spacious courtroom. In the center is a circle of 15 wooden podiums. 14 stand empty. Standing at the 15th is a framed photo of Mac in the middle of a tremendous uppercut, with a pink X slashed across it.

There is a podium for each student with their names engraved on bronze-looking plaques on the front of each podium. On the inside, facing the stool where students have the option to sit, is a screen and keyboard. These will be used in voting for the assumed culprit.

What will their collected evidence tell them? Will the truth be revealed or will only one leaving the campground?

14 students remain.]



[Let the class trial in the murder of Mac Graziano...begin.]



[ooc: Welcome to the first trial, dearies! The podium chart is set up by room numbers. Please ping me on Plurk if something comes up that requires mod clarification!]

Comments

[effectivefacekicking]

[Oh hey wonder where this asshole has been for the last few hours. Asleep apparently, as he looks a little wrung out even now. He's been caught up on what happened at least.

One might find him just off to the side of the podiums, in his hot topic krew outfit spare outfit, looking a little annoyed. Even his laurel crown is missing today.

...he might not have any idea which podium is his tbh]

[totaldrag]

...Do you not know where you're supposed to be.

[Just a little worried.]

[tsungeonsanddragons]

You're standing in my podium.

[Rude tbh.]

Yours is between Nephenee and Shadow.

[shslancer]

[Nephenee can't help looking over all this from off the podium, and she sighs. Poor Mac...]

...We'll find out who did this, Sir Mac...we gotta...

[Unless anyone has something to say to her, she's going to go ahead and get in front of her podium, determination in her eyes and carrot in hand.

Hey, she's hungry. Sue her.]

[theothersissel]

[Nephenee IS THIS REALLY THE TIME FOR EATING]

Uh...is the carrot evidence?

[tsungeonsanddragons]

[This is...incredibly disorienting, but she supposes now isn't the time to be asking questions. After giving the photo of Mac a look that just says "really?", Clair shakes her head and turns her attention to everyone else.]

Alright. Now that we're all here, we should begin by stating what information was found after breaking off into groups. Shadow, Alastor, and Callie were the ones who investigated the body and the supposed crime scene, so we should have them go first. Any objections?

[shslancer]

None. Go ahead.

[She was guarding the body, so she knows only a few things. Need to get brought up to speed.]

[totaldrag]

[Ashley comes in, and she's...herself, really. There's no delusions about what is going on, nor is she looking around the giant courtroom in awe. She's just sort of there. Though...]

Were the podiums really necessary?

[tsungeonsanddragons]

I'm more annoyed about the plaques. Why isn't mine gold?!

[Is she really doing this.]

[superstylishschism]

[Alastor hasn't slept all night and barely ate yesterday, and with the adrenaline from the investigation calmed down, it shows. He's standing at his podium, slightly slumped with his wings and tail drooping in fatigue. Even the lights on the front of his visor are dimmer and smaller than they should be...maybe his eyes are drooping, too?

In an attempt to both get some energy and stave off the growling of his stomach, he's munching on a candy bar labeled Monobar, with several other candies from the camp store sitting in line to be devoured. Maybe he should've taken some time to warm up a cheeseburger from yesterday...]

Could've at least given us time to get breakfast...

[hopelessnecromantic]

[Yes yes everyone's so shaken up oh no someone's been murdered it's so devastating blah blah blah-- Yeah no, Betrayus couldn't be less perturbed by all of this. He's probably still kind of in a bad mood due to someone killing Mac at all, since it cost him Stratos getting mooncrushed. The only reason he's even mildly interested is because he wants to see the killer get what's coming to them - not for the murder, but for... well, you get the picture.
Though right now he thinks he needs to say something just to keep from falling asleep.]

I have my doubts whether or not it's even relevant to the boxer's death, but the little green man and I did find two things in his cabin that might be out of the ordinary!

First is that his bed was a mess, while we also found a map in his drawer marked with a specific route. It didn't lead anywhere interesting, just in a circle, from his cabin, to the mess hall, then to the showers, the theater, the obstacle course, the arcade, the store, and then back to the cabin.

[Bets's memory has gotten a lot better since being corporeal again.]

[totaldrag]

So...he at least slept in his bed then.

[lavenza]

That sounds like it could be the exercise routine he used.

If the killer knew this they'd know where he was. And if not... at the very least it explains why he was there.

VOTING TIME

[despairection]

Well, I'm glad we finally got some excitement in here! Since it seems like you have a pretty good idea of what's going on... it's time to vote for the culprit!

Of course, I'm sure you all need a tutorial first, because everyone does! It's what we do these days! On your podiums, you bastards probably noticed the screens... well, now that I'm calling the vote, they're activated! There's a list of names from you to choose from --- and pictures, for younger players and those of you who're too dumb to read. It really couldn't be any easier!

Buuut, if you need an extra incentive to do it right... remember to pick carefully, because if you choose the wrong name, you die too! I guess I couldn't complain if you decided to do something stupid and noble and vote for yourself because you can't bear to vote to execute someone, but you should keep it in mind!

Re: VOTING TIME

[green_mario]

[Luigi's hand hovers over Pittoo's name. He didn't want to do this, not at all. Sure Pittoo killed but he's still a child and was going to be turned into a husk if no one died. God he wished Mario was here; he'd know what to do.

...Mario...

Suddenly he draws his hands away from the podium.]


Monobear, tell me they'll be okay.

[superstylishschism]

Tch, figures...

[He stares at the screen for a while, before looking at Pittoo. Let him have his dignity, huh? Well, there's no dignity in someone doing something dumb in a vain effort to make a statement while trying to save you. After a moment, he gives a small nod and selects.]

PITTOO GEMINOS

Re: VOTING TIME

[shslancer]

...

[The shell she's had up this whole trial cracks a little, and she has to make herself breathe. Horsefeathers...She doesn't want to do this... But there's no choice.

Looking in sorrow to Pittoo, it's all she can do to not get more upset.]

...Ah'm sorry, Sir Pittoo...may ya at least be rewarded for savin' him in the next life...

[She presses the name:]

Pittoo Geminos

[lavenza]

Making us play the role of executioner, hmm? Truly you are the vilest of them all.

>Pittoo

Re: VOTING TIME

[chaoscontrol]

[Shadow listens closely to what Monobear says to Luigi. Doubletalk. Not actually confirming or denying anything. Infuriating.

But something that Alastor said about Joe reminded him. Rouge. Would she really want them to suffer just to save her life? She was selfish, but she wasn't that selfish. Under that greed, she had a good heart.

If they were going to get out of here alive, they had to play this game a little longer.

He looks over at Dark Pit and offers a small nod before looking down at his screen--

-- which is cracked a bit from his... temper tantrum. Oops.

Still, iPhone screens function just fine with cracks, and so does this one. He pauses only for a moment before making his selection]

PITTOO GEMINOS

[effectivefacekicking]

[He can't read it, but he can use the pictures just fine]

Pittoo Geminos

[fitnessenthusiast]

[Wiitney doesn't understand this and accidentally clicks Luigi

Whoops.]

[theothersissel]

[He just shakes his head.]

PITTOO GEMINOS

[squidsisterpink]

You know, technically we could vote for you and still be right, since none of this would have happened if you hadn't threatened us.

[tsungeonsanddragons]

[It's no surprise at all that Monobear expects them all to vote. After all, that would make things more difficult for everyone, wouldn't it? Knowing that you're killing someone and getting away with it just because the culprit "upset the balance" or whatever bullshit he'd try spew at them. No matter how you sliced it, he was forcing them to be hypocrites if they wanted to live. The guilt stacked on more and more, as she raised her finger toward the button.

Though her face remained stoic, her hand was shaking. How is she, as a gym leader, supposed to sentence a child to death? Even if the child did commit murder.

...

But picking anything else won't change anything for the better. In fact, it'll only makes things worse. Besides, she doubts he wants her to off herself because of him. So in the end-]

> PITTOO GEMINOS

[-she does what she's supposed to.]

FINAL SMASH: HADES' KITCHEN

[despairection]

Hey, now, that’s a first! I didn’t even have to give you a lengthy tutorial for you to be able to figure out the culprit! In a way, though… it is a tutorial.

After all, we’ve all learned why you shouldn’t give three year olds the strength to kill a grown man! And it’s time to send this little chickadee off to sleep… permanently, upupu!


Pittoo Geminos has been found guilty.
COMMENCING FINAL SMASH

[A chain clamps around Dark Pit’s neck, dragging him out of the courtroom and into… well, some sort of stage area. The scene is set to look like a ruined city, and Dark Pit is unceremoniously dropped on the stage. A little disoriented, he manages to pick himself up… only to spy some sort of strange eggplant-themed cyclops Monobear…?

...which has momentarily set its eggplant staff to the side.

The Eggbear Wizard looks at it, then looks at Dark Pit… who is currently closer to it. Dark Pit grins a bit cockily and goes right for it before the Wizard can even move… and the Wizard, seeming to have some regard for its own life, immediately bolts, letting out a shrieky “HELP MEEEEEEEE!”

Dark Pit immediately gives chase, but… it seems as though the wizard’s staff has suddenly caught fire. Well, isn’t that just dandy? And ah, now bits of Dark Pit’s feathers are suddenly bursting into flame, causing him to look around anxiously… and then look up.

High above him is the cackling visage of… well… a giant Monobear, but wow, has he ever got a new look! In his right hand, he’s holding an enormous contraption made of parabolic mirrors, which he has focused right on Dark Pit’s wings. ...Well… not his wings, per se. He seems to be trying to burn all the feathers off, first… and no matter which way Dark Pit dodges, he seems to be burning off swathes of feathers left and right, revealing… ah, those look kind of like chicken wings under all the feathers, don’t they…

For his part, Dark Pit sneers a bit… maybe he’s embarrassed when he first notices what’s going on, but as his wings become more bare, he begins to head towards Monohades, as if daring him to go for the actual wings and not just the feathers. Even barehanded, he seems ready and willing to take the gigantic god on… when he… uh… suddenly turns into an eggplant with legs. Even Monohades pauses at that, seeming a bit baffled… until he notices that Eggbear Wizard has returned with a brand new staff and is now positively laughing his eggy-planty butt off. Monohades joins in the laughter, and the two of them almost seem content to let the poor eggplant child run around aimlessly…

And then Monohades proceeds to use the death ray he’s wielding as a precision laser to slice, dice, and juliennice the eggplant formerly known as Dark Pit before he can return to his original form. It’s the sort of thing that really would be gruesome if it wasn’t, well, an eggplant, but… even though the curtains begin closing on the stage, it’s clear as day when the slices of eggplant start falling that those little legs aren’t moving anymore.

And… when they slump over completely, just before the curtains fully close, a golden key seems to pop right the fuck out of the corpse and into the middle of the courtroom. As the surviving students are left to ponder what the everloving fuck just happened, a voice rings out...]

PLAYER ONE: DEFEATED

[superstylishschism]

[Some people may be horrified at the way Monobear toys with the angel before his death, but Alastor is unsurprised. Nor is he in a position to judge, having done the same thing to his own helpless enemies. Mostly he's just disgusted that the method of death makes such a mockery of someone determined to face his end with dignity.

Others may be more interested in the golden key, and what it might mean. Alastor probably would be, and would probably figure it out, too...if he wasn't too busy first leaning against his podium, then slumping against it with his wings and tail limp. Listen closely and you might hear the rhytmic breathing of someone who's very soundly asleep...]