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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Memorial

[muppetlabs]

[The rest of the events that follow feel like a blur to Bunsen. Swedish Chef was important to Beaker and therefore him as well, so the scientist takes it upon himself to hold a wake.

So, here he is, clad in black and still holding Beaker Jr. Somehow there's food prepared for this memorial? Alright.]

Thank you for coming, everyone. We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of our beloved Swedish Chef. He was one of the greatest--

[You know what, no one wants to hear this. And since Bunsen's monologue has nothing to do with science, let's just clip through the part he ends his speech and starts bawling. Good? Good. Feel free to help yourselves to some food.]

[its_not_fair]

[Sarah wipes tears from her eyes and moves to give Bunsen a hug]

That was beautiful.

[muppetlabs]

[There's an incoherent 'thank you,' as he sobs and hugs back. Beaker Jr. does nothing but offer comforting licks and yips to both of them in return.]

[its_not_fair]

[She'll hold onto him for as long as he needs, being careful not to crush little Beaker Jr.]

[asksforsolittle]

[Jareth went and changed into the black silk shirt he'd brought. It's a little fancy for a memorial, but he wasn't expecting to have to attend one, so there you go. he sighs. the Cockatoo is perched on his shoulder, nigh indistinguishable from his hair]

This is ridiculous. No one should have died to begin with.

[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]

[asksforsolittle]

I know.

[he places a gloved hand on her shoulder, not really sure what to do with grief. that doesn't really happen where he's from. goblins and fae and creatures die, and it's accepted. people don't cry. he realizes that that might be why she got so angry about Toby. because she thought he might. which was ridiculous. he would have lived a long, healthy goblin life and succeeded him on the throne.]

But we know there are three here who won't be stooping so low. Possibly more. I'm unsure about the fellow in the glasses. He's quite upset.

[the cockatoo squawks and flutters its tail, climbing down Jareth's arm in an attempt to get to Sarah]

[its_not_fair]

[such little understanding of humans, Jareth. She does appreciate the hand on her shoulder, though.]

Bunsen. His name is Bunsen. [She looks up at him] He won't hurt anyone. He's a scientist and misses his friend who was supposed to be here, too.

[She blinks at the bird] I see you've made a new friend. [Says the girl with the unicorn]

[asksforsolittle]

Four, then.

[he thinks about that for a moment, and gives her shoulder a light squeeze. softly:]

It must be something strange .... having friends to miss.

[its_not_fair]

[She smiles a little, tilting her head at him]

You have friends, don't you?

[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.

[:)]

[muppetlabs]

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

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

[willheorwonthekins]

Hmmmmmmmmm. You'd better fiiiiind it!

[muppetlabs]

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

[Time for Bunsen to look for it in the general area. No such luck.]

Looks like we're all out, mister...Wilkins?

[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!

[willheorwonthekins]

Hmmm?

What did I do?

[He grins sweetly.]

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]

*_*

[willheorwonthekins]

... Do you like Wilkins Coffee™?

[Yea... You're not getting through to this dude. Sorry. He's just as gleeful, bloodthirsty, and oblivious as always.]

[its_not_fair]

[She speaks very deliberately, staring into those cold dead eyes]

I don't drink coffee.

[She's a freaking teenager. She drinks soda. DUH.]

[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.

[muppetlabs]

[Oh same hat- No eyes!]

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

[couldvebeenasurgeon]

[No eyes! But that's his hat, not yours, Bunsen.]

Aye... [He says, rather noncommittally. He never even spoke to the man.] Aye...