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!))

Comments

[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.]

[willheorwonthekins]

... You will.

[Still smiling absently, he hops off the table and leaves the room.]

[its_not_fair]

What?

[confused, she shouts after him]

What does that even mean?!