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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[mostwantedfrog]

It is yours. Now will you commit murder for me?

[couldvebeenasurgeon]

...

[Why not drive a hard bargain?]

Two satin pillows.

[mostwantedfrog]

Ehhhhh.... You get one up front, one after you do the murders.

[asksforsolittle]

If that's all you want, Monty my friend, I can give you a whole room full of them. No killing necessary.

[couldvebeenasurgeon]

Really?

[He sounds close to tears.]

You wonderful, kind, benevolent, beautiful King, Mr. Jareth sir.

[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.

[mostwantedfrog]

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

[asksforsolittle]

Save the heart.

[he glares at him

I've half a mind to rip you open and prove it. That would end this quickly enough!

[mostwantedfrog]

That bloodthirstiness is good, just try directing it at not-me.

[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.]

[asksforsolittle]

[that is a fully sovereign-sanctioned activity, yes, especially if you start with the blue-nosed one]

You're a fine fellow, Mad Monty. I knew I could count on you.

[he takes a silk handkerchief edged in lace from his coat pocket]

For your pledge, a token of my thanks, to be redeemed in full once we're through here.

[couldvebeenasurgeon]

[Oh, he will. That one's his number one choice.

He gratefully takes the handkerchief and smooths it over in his hands. It's so soft and dainty. A real treasure, if he were to be so bold.]

Thank you. [Said with a little gasp.] I won't let you down.

[Not intentionally, anyway.]

[couldvebeenasurgeon]

No deal.