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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MONDAY

[themuppeteers]

investigating the closet

[tobeginwith]

[Very early on Monday morning, you might hear strange rustling noises coming from the closet on the main floor of the house. Dickens has been in there since he'd first woken up, searching for... what is he searching for? A way out? A clue as to Kermit's motive behind his betrayal? A bazooka? Whatever it is, he's gonna find it.

After that, regardless of whether he did find anything out thanks to his searching, he's standing in the doorway between the living room and the entranceway banging pots and pans together and shouting.]

ATTENTION, EVERYONE! I HAVE SOME VERY IMPORTANT QUESTIONS TO ASK ALL OF YOU!

[If you approach, he'll wordlessly rip out a page from a notebook he's got with him and hand it to you. On it is a small survey to be filled out.]

NAME:
ALIGNMENT:
MOTIVATION:
TRAGIC BACKSTORY:
FATAL FLAW:
ABLE TO MONOLOGUE?: Y/N

[Dickens looks at you expectantly as he hands you a pen.]

Character profiles. Standard part of the writing process. Have to sort out the secondary characters from the protagonists and the villains and the love interests and-- you get the idea.

[themuppeteers]

[There seems to be a box of old film reels in here. Most of them are labeled things such as "FOZZIE'S 5TH BIRTHDAY PARTY :)" or "MUPPET BABY CHRISTMAS". Family relics, mostly.




Oh also there's a bazooka. For whatever reason. But there's no ammo.]

[tobeginwith]

[haha great he can play Fozzie's baby videos in front of everyone and they can mock him at the 70th annual reunion

anyways. he looks at the bazooka for a few seconds before just tossing it over his shoulder. it lands in the kitchen. just fuckin take it, Dickens has no use for it. in fact he seems pretty unsatisfied with his results in general, if the way he gives up the search immediately and starts muttering to himself is any indication.]

Stupid setting doesn't even have any hidden areas.

[couldvebeenasurgeon]

[He shoots Dickens a disgruntled look as he approaches. He roughly takes the pen and paper and scribbles out a response. Despite his outwardly attitude, he appears to have no objections to sharing some information about himself.]


NAME: MAD MONTY
ALIGNMENT: PIRATE
MOTIVATION: BOOTY
TRAGIC BACKSTORY: MEDICAL SCHOOL REJECT
FATAL FLAW: FORGETS TO COUNT TO TEN WHEN ANGRY
ABLE TO MONOLOGUE?: Y/N MAYBE


[Handing it back, he sizes the...whatever up.]

Didn't I torture you?

[tobeginwith]

[He nods to himself as he reads it over thoughtfully. Maybe a villain. Or an anti-hero. Or one of those really grudging redemption arcs when they still have an awful personality and hate everyone but they're forced to work as part of a team because of outside circumstances. He'll work on some ideas.]

Pirate, huh? I must say, your motivations line up well.

[He's mostly talking to himself. At the question, he just stares for a couple of seconds.]

...Not yet, you haven't.

[;)]

[eggciting]

[what the fuck do you expect her to do with a pen she's a chicken

but okay she'll humor him and pick it up in her beak, writing.... something down. it's all unintelligible scribbles but what else did you expect from an actual chicken, absolutely-not-gonzo.]

NAME: chhfhgh
ALIGNMENT: chfdhgke
MOTIVATION: i gh yiohg gfd
TRAGIC BACKSTORY: fgh hfhgh ghhdhghrhghdh ghh ghrhgh ghhdg hrhghk jgh hrhgk hdhgh gherhvbdhgf hrhgjhjdhf hrhg hdhgh dhgjdhfghdhgh. gfhdhghdhf ghdhghshgh dhghrhghxfh ghdhghsjrhfhg dhfhghdhfgdhg hdhgjdjgfhfh dhghehrhchgf dfhghdhjgh dhghdhgh fhghdjgh fhhshfhfh jdhrhfgjdhg, hdgfdhgfhehhghjdhgfheh fhdhghdhjrhdhg ghdjrhfghd hgfhdgh ghf g gfhdhg wshf whf th the thvhgfh hghfh jghdh ghhg. ghdhgh ghfhgh hghdhgh, ghfhgh ghfhghrjhfhfurj hg dh hgj h h h h ghfhgh.
FATAL FLAW: fhdhfhghhd
ABLE TO MONOLOGUE?: y

[and there you go]

[tobeginwith]

[What did he expect from an actual chicken??? Pure art, of course, but not of this calibre. Her penmanship... flawless. Her eyes... as deep as every cliche metaphor ever used to describe eyes. She's stunning. And so fucking talented. She can monologue. And there's so much tragic backstory to work with.

Charles Dickens, who is absolutely not Gonzo, has never been truly awe-struck by anything other than his own writing before now. Nor has he ever met such a clear choice for the love interest of a story.]

Thank you so much for your time, Chhfhgh! [that's her name right] You wouldn't believe the inspiration your potential has provided!

[swedishchef]

[Well! Now isn't this interesting. The Chef quickly fills out the survey and hands it back to Charles Dickens.]

NAME: Hühëhøfëhsøhøwfühürngëd'døüëndk (Tøm)
ALIGNMENT: Chef
MOTIVATION: Tø Cøøk
TRAGIC BACKSTORY: Føød pøïsønïng
FATAL FLAW: Nønë
ABLE TO MONOLOGUE?: Y/N børk

[tobeginwith]

[fatal flaw: none

hm. don't like that.]

Er... good, great. Thanks. Real helpful.

[he has to confine this guy to a side character role or else they'll never be able to stop him]

[its_not_fair]

[She stares at the list of questions]

What is this? Alignment? Fatal Flaw? What does any of that mean? And shouldn't all of us have the same motivation: o get out of here?

[tobeginwith]

Are you kidding? Give every character the same motivation and you'll get bored within the first two chapters. No, I need to know your real motivation. What do you want? Really want?

Anyways, I thought it was all pretty straightforward. Everybody's got a flaw. Sometimes it just happens to be fatal.

Re: investigating the closet

[vicholas]

[He cheerfully takes the pen to respond, using it first to scratch his back.]



NAME: LEW ZEALAND
ALIGNMENT: CLOWN
MOTIVATION: TO BE THE BEST BOOMERANG FISH PERFORMER OF ALL TIMES
TRAGIC BACKSTORY: ONCE TRIED TO PERFORM HIS INTERNATIONALLY FAMOUS BOOMERANG FISH ACT BUT HE HAD NO FISH. NO FISH AT ALL. LEW FAILED HIS PURPOSE.
FATAL FLAW: HANDSOME
ABLE TO MONOLOGUE?: Y



Here!

[He throws the pen back at Dickens.]

[sockluck]

[Boober takes the paper, cautiously. He looks over the list, and when he hands it back, it is answered in messy, childish handwriting.]

NAME: BOOBEr FrAGGLE
ALIGNMENT: ...FrAGGLE.
MOTIVATION: GETTING OUT OF HErE!!!!
TRAGIC BACKSTORY: AS A YOUNG FrAGGLE I WAS MOSTLY ON MY OWN, BUT SOMEHOW, I HAVE MANAGED TO MAKE SOME FrIENDS. I AM FOrEVER UNLUCKY, HOWEVEr, AND AM CONSTANTLY ON THE rUN FrOM DISASTEr AND GENErALLY ANNOYING THINGS
FATAL FLAW: EVErYTHING IS OUT TO KILL ME
ABLE TO MONOLOGUE?: Y/N ABSOLUTELY!

[willheorwonthekins]

NAME: Wilkins!
ALIGNMENT: Wilkins Coffee™
MOTIVATION: Wilkins Coffee™
TRAGIC BACKSTORY: Once upon a time, a man did not drink Wilkins Coffee™. I watched him die before my very eyes. I love Wilkins Coffee™.
FATAL FLAW: gotta have my Wilkins Coffee™!
ABLE TO MONOLOGUE?: Y/N

[mostwantedfrog]

... What on earth is this.

[Your lovable host is here just in time to get one of these surveys. Oh, whatever- he might as well.]

NAME: Const KERMET
ALIGNMENT: am frog.
MOTIVATION: to destroy you pitiful moppets.
TRAGIC BACKSTORY: is hard to live in russian winters as frog. several thousand siblings died. is tragic.
FATAL FLAW: i have no flaw.
ABLE TO MONOLOGUE?: Y/N what kind of criminal does not know how to monologue!

[asksforsolittle]

[UGH you again with the early morning noise and the shouting. Jareth had just barely finished his breakfast when the clanging draws him out into the living room. at least this morning he's running into you with a shirt on?]

Mr. Dickens. Is that really necessary?

[he snatches the paper from him and looks it over with a scowl. reading. pah. he hasn't had to read in eons, and the words are a little swimmy. he wracks his brain, trying to remember The Before, when there were desks and rulers and instead of Castles and him doing the ruling. after a few moments of concentration, he brings the paper over to the couch and sits down to fill it in. his handwriting is atrocious, but .... magical. what. he's full of sparkles. have you SEEN his hair?]


NAME: Jareth, King of the Goblin City
ALIGNMENT: King. I told you that yesturda.
MOTIVATION: Win Sarah's heart Get out of here and go home.
TRAGIC BACKSTORY: Kidnaped by None of your bizness.
FATAL FLAW: The frog just told us he wants to merdur us all, do you think I'm going to share that?
ABLE TO MONOLOGUE?: Pleez. I'm King.

[biggerbadge]

[...huh]

I will not participate in this tomfoolery.

[muppetlabs]

NAME: Dr. Bunsen Honeydew, Ph.D
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Scientist
MOTIVATION: Beaker
TRAGIC BACKSTORY: Muppet mid-life crisis
FATAL FLAW: Absentminded and unobservant
ABLE TO MONOLOGUE?: Y


Oh goodness! I'm excited to see how this movie will play out.

[...its a movie right]

[its_not_fair]

[Finding her way through a puzzle designed to confuse and kill her? Puh-leeze. This house has nothing on the Labyrinth. Sarah's determined to find some way out of here. Waking up early, she hops down the stairs to the first floor, giving a determined nod to no one in particular]

All right. There's got to be some way out of here. Things aren't always what they seem... maybe we missed something yesterday.

[With that little pep talk she starts scouring the first floor. She's methodically opening each and every cabinet and closet, looking under every piece of furniture, feeling around all the windows, and moving every knick-knack and book, trying to find some sort of secret exit.]

[themuppeteers]

[Pst. Wanna find something cool?]

Re: MONDAY

[vicholas]

[Lew didn't seem to have a care in the world. Was he too positive and confident to let it ruin his day? Or was it just a very good facade? Or could it be that perhaps he was just too dumb concerned with his own stuff to realize the full extent of the situation? ...Did he know at all what was going on?]

LONG TIME NO SEE MISTER THE FROG. HOW DO YOU DO?

me, a fool who doesnt realize this tl is aimed directly at me until like a day later: fuck

[mostwantedfrog]

[Constantine winces back, mildly disgusted.]

Do not stand near me, fish boy. Do not need your weird fish scent on me.

Investigating The Attic

[asksforsolittle]

[Jareth can't help but be drawn to high places, so once he's had something to eat and cleaned up, he climbs up to the attic. he's kept the door open so he can hear anyone approaching, and starts to rifle through things. you can tell so much about someone by the things they hide. maybe that strange frog has hidden something up here among Emily's things... humans do like to hide their things in attics. the things you learn when you're pretending to be an ordinary owl... he hums to himself as he rummages]

[themuppeteers]

[Emily doesn't have much to hide up here! It's the same general clutter of stuff you'd find in the basement, except... huh.

That's weird. There's a shelf over here that's been suspiciously covered up with a cloth.]