MOCK TRIAL

[mostwantedfrog]

[Once the house has been thoroughly investigated, Constantine appears again, his pet penguin following close behind him.]

You have found all that you have needed? Excellent. Now, you must come with me to the basement--it is time for a trial.

[He hops away, and if you follow him into the basement, you'll notice that the boarded-up hole in the wall has been cleared away to reveal a winding tunnel. It's not very big--the humans might have to crawl in order to get in. Once you've gotten through the tunnel, you'll find yourself in a massive cave, filled with stalactites and stalagmites. Boober might recognize it. The rocks here have been haphazardly rearranged to resemble a circular trial room. Constantine himself jumps up onto a very high stack of rocks off to the side, staying out of harm's reach.]

Now, your job is to find whoever killed--eugh, what was her name--Carolina or something. The chicken. If you find out who did it and vote for them, the murderer will be destroyed, and you will all go free. But if you get it wrong, which I am fully expecting....

[Constantine chuckles to himself.]

I will destroy you all, and finally take my revenge on all you Mappets.

[He sits back a little, waiting for the discussion to start.]

[TRIAL START!]

Comments

[sockluck]

What is an "Interpol?" Is it a silly creature creation?

[asksforsolittle]

I don't. Eat. Chicken feed.

[he sighs]

Does anyone know where it was originally kept?

[sockluck]

This is not an improvement! Sure it's chaotic and terrifying, but there is order to how the tunnels of Fraggle Rock are constructed, and you've desecrated that! Why not hold your trial in the house! This is unnecessary!

[mostwantedfrog]

...You are allowed to collaborate, yes. But you are all too worried about your own lives to be smart enough to think about that.

[sockluck]

Exactly! He said I would be the murder victim, and here I am, mostly fine, somehow!

[sockluck]

[Nodding] Ah, I see you are a creature of culture as well.

[sockluck]

I'm just making sure.

Alright, Dicken's stacking theory still stands.

[sockluck]

[Boober raises his hand nervously.]

Excuse me, but what is a Funko pop? It sounds important.

[mostwantedfrog]

Ehhhh. The ambiance is better here. Not as cozy and warm as lovely cottage house. Also, there is dead chicken upstairs.

[mostwantedfrog]

For now.

[mostwantedfrog]

Is weird little toy with beady eyes and big head. Unsurprising that it helped commit murder.

[That's probably the most helpful Constantine is gonna be this trial.]

[sockluck]

...

[sockluck]

Helped? So it is definitely the murder weapon? Or alive and an accomplice?

[couldvebeenasurgeon]

I like your style.

[Minus the fish.]

[mostwantedfrog]

Murder weapon, maybe. Figure that yourselves. Alive... debatable.

[They're so fucking cursed]

Catherding!

[asksforsolittle]

[Jareth is getting tired of all this finger-pointing. it's worse than trying to get the goblins to agree on anything or actually be productive, and if they don't curb it by the end of the day, they're all going to be dead, whether it be by knife, lack of drinking Wilkins Coffee, or any other means]

So what do we actually know? Not just things that certain people are making up because they think they'd make a good story.

[its_not_fair]

We know that a figure of me was used to kill Camilla... and I didn't do it.

[asksforsolittle]

Yes, and that someone was in the attic going through the boxes and a higher shelf. There are other figures up there resembling other people here at the party: the chef and the narrator, and ... I think there was one for everyone.

[couldvebeenasurgeon]

Something happened in the kitchen...a knife was taken and so was chicken feed, but it was also in a bowl on the floor.

...Maybe they interrupted her dinner?

[asksforsolittle]

Or they were using it to lure her to her death...

[vicholas]

Well Mr. Elf King, when I was in the kitchen I found two things, maybe they'd be useful!

[asksforsolittle]

Goblin. What were they?

[biggerbadge]

Was there one that looked like moi?

[biggerbadge]

...I do not know what that means.

[tobeginwith]

Alright, alright, barring the possibility that maybe all of us stood on each other's shoulders to reach the shelf, maybe we should be pointing fingers at the people who are really good jumpers. Like Boober, I bet. Boober did it.