MOCK TRIAL WEEK

[themuppeteers]

[Constantine Kermit the Frog has revealed his true motives for bringing you all here. What was once a warm and welcoming house has now become your prison, encased in five feet of snow. If it's any comfort, be glad that the heater and electricity still seem to be working. For now. Perhaps searching for an escape route would be in your best interests.

Let's just hope no one gets stir crazy and tries to kill someone else, hm?]

[MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

((ooc: this is the week log for the mock trial! tuesday-onwards is locked until the motive is posted. on friday, an investigation log will be posted, and a trial will commence on saturday (in-game friday). backtagging is encouraged! have fun!))

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[its_not_fair]

[She pushes back from him, looking between him and the unicorn]

You mean... but... would we have to kill it? [She sounds so HEARTBROKEN at the concept of killing the unicorn. IT'S TOO PRETTY TO DIE, JARETH!!]

[its_not_fair]

[Sarah stood next to him, her hands clasped in front of her. She... didn't own anything black. But she knew that some traditions used white to symbolize morning, so she wore her white dress. Also fancy, but it was either that or jeans.]

This was supposed to be a party... [She wiped tears from her eyes]

[its_not_fair]

[Sarah stood, gaping at the list]

Revolutionary?! What is that supposed to mean?!

[She also wouldn't have called the chef a martyr. He was talking about world domination, after all. But she wasn't about to say that out loud]

[asksforsolittle]

Oh, there's no need to go through all that.

[pause]

Just refrain from killing anyone.

[mostwantedfrog]

Hey! Who do you think you are, manipulating the people I'm manipulating!

[asksforsolittle]

A king. And better than you, thank you very much, you slimy, spineless slime-crawler.

[willheorwonthekins]

[The demon is here, perched on the snack table.]

Hiiiiiii there. Noticed you don't seem to have any Wilkins Coffee™ here at your table. Might wanna rethink that.

[:)]

[couldvebeenasurgeon]

[Monty shoves his face full of free food, slightly uncomfortable by...uh...whatever that was. He's dealing with it.

When Bunsen begins- and abruptly ends his speech- he turns around. Startled, and feeling pressured into conforming to social conventions, he removes his hat in respect. His eyes, due to being in his hat, are also removed.]

Aye, he was a fine...uh, man.

[mostwantedfrog]

Excuse me? I have a spine just like anyone else. A radius, an ulna, carpals- the works.

[couldvebeenasurgeon]

The Rogue?

[He thinks of some kind of dashing, zorro kind of man. Which is quite a step up from the lumpy, moss-like approximation of a man that he is.]

You flatter me.

[;)]

[asksforsolittle]

Then you have too much nose and not enough brain.

[asksforsolittle]

It is a fine role. You made some lovely remarks at the memorial.

[muppetlabs]

I- Uh- Hm. I could've sworn I put it there. That's odd.

[YOU BETTER NOT...NOT AROUND BEAKER JR.]

[couldvebeenasurgeon]

[He takes a moment to mull it over in his head. He does quite like killing, but...Jareth is so compelling. But then again: murder. But then again...

He arrives at his conclusion, and puts a grubby fist to his chest in a pledge.]

You have my word. No killing.

[He can settle for mere torturing instead.]

[muppetlabs]

[Oh same hat- No eyes!]

He was one of our closest friends. I can't believe he's gone so soon.

[asksforsolittle]

It means you're a voice for change, dear Sarah. [he hasn't left her for long, save for perhaps to help take the Chef's remains out into the snow, or whatever was decided to be done. He's one of few big and strong enough to do it, after all]

[its_not_fair]

[And the award for best bad decisions goes to.......

Sarah! She glares at the little whatever he is]

You have some nerve coming here after what you did!

[its_not_fair]

[She huffs, crossing her arms and sulking]

Fat lot of good that does me, here. It's not like I can build a barricade or anything.

[She glances over her shoulder at him]

He called you an Anti-Hero.

[willheorwonthekins]

Hmmm?

What did I do?

[He grins sweetly.]

[willheorwonthekins]

Hmmmmmmmmm. You'd better fiiiiind it!

1/3

[its_not_fair]

[Her voice lilts, almost gentle as she repeats his question]

What did you do?

2/3

[its_not_fair]

[Her voice raises, growing harsher. She takes a step closer to him. She is quite a bit bigger than he is, which gives her courage.]

What did you do?!

[its_not_fair]

[She stands right in front of the table, looking down at him. Her eyes are harsh, cold, very unlike herself. She doesn't yell, but her voice is firm and serious. Her mind flashes back to her stand-off with the Goblin King in his castle, the last time she felt this way.]

You. Murdered. Someone. And for what? Because some frog told you to? That means that you're no better than the monster keeping us here. [she pauses for a moment] No... that makes you worse. You're a killer. And you have the... the... nerve to come here and ask about coffee while we mourn the man you killed? What's wrong with you?!

[asksforsolittle]

Well, there's always the sofa.

[he quirks his eyebrows at her. oh, please do smile, dear]

[asksforsolittle]

*_*