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]

[Sarah had been following the Swedish Chef, but skids to a halt when the weird little creature latched onto his face. Frozen in shock, she could do nothing but watch as the events unfolded. When the Chef's neck snaps she screams, her hands flying to her face.]

[asksforsolittle]

[Jareth gasps, then grabs Sarah and pulls her close, baring his teeth over the top of her head at Wilkins as he hisses]

You filthy, mung-headed carbuncle! How dare you!

[NOW HOW ARE THEY GOING TO EAT, FOOL?]

[its_not_fair]

[She doesn't fight him, taking comfort in the familiar in the midst of all this horror. As much as they fought, in that moment she trusted him to keep her safe.

What were they going to do now?]

[asksforsolittle]

[well if worse comes to worst, they could eat the unicorn, he supposes]

[its_not_fair]

[WE ARE NOT EATING THE UNICORN!

As if on cue, the unicorn walks over (impressive, given the fact that they're all in a living room with a car and a dead muppet). It bumps Sarah's shoulder, questioningly. She lifts her head to look at it]

Oh... hello.

[asksforsolittle]

.... You know .... I don't want to get folks' hopes up too far, but... It may have healing properties.

[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!!]

[asksforsolittle]

No, no. It would just need to touch him with its horn. ... If the magic holds.

[he makes a face. it may not. his is mostly gone, after all. and at this particular moment, he's very upset about that]

[its_not_fair]

[She sees that face]

That's a big if

[She looks at the unicorn] Do you understand us? [It shakes its head, acknowledging it does. Because WHY THE FUCK NOT?! It gingerly steps over to the Chef's body and touches it with its horn.

And, surprise surprise. NOTHING HAPPENS. It shakes its head again and returns to the pair.

Sarah gives its nose a rub]

You tried. Thank you.

[Her eyes fill with tears again. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A FUN REUNION!]

[asksforsolittle]

[he's really not sure what to do here, not about the tears, the murder, the lack of magic. Unicorns. Are. Supposed. To. Be. Magic. not just fancy horses. he scoffs at the unicorn, and in that moment his hatred for Keermit grows tenfold. how dare he strip such a creature of its dignity, on top of everything else... AND make Sarah cry. he intends to make that rotten green walking sludge pay, but without his powers, he can't think of how. so instead, a magic of a different sort happens]

Sarah... I'm sorry.

[its_not_fair]

[It takes her a moment to register what he just said. Did he just... She blinks at him, the shock stirring her out of her grief for the moment]

I... thanks.