muppetmurderhour | MOCK TRIAL

[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!]

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[Priorities. Sarah clears her throat, trying to keep her voice from shaking before she adds]

Jareth and I looked in the attic. The figures of all of us were all messed up, not lined up like they were before. It also looked like someone had been going through the other boxes up there.

[She pauses, not wanting to say the next bit... But she knows if she doesn't she'll just look more guilty.]

And... Um... The figure that looks like me was missing...

In fact, since Jean's the only other one tall enough to have reached the shelf which was meddled with, it's entirely possible the boxes had been stacked to reach it.

Or all of you stood on top of each other's shoulders to reach it.

We would hit the ceiling!

Fine, then half of you stood on top of each other's shoulders to reach it.

Or someone climbed up on the shelf.

[She glances at Monty before she can stop herself. He did get into the top kitchen cupboards after all...]

[Jareth follows her gaze, and frowns. But dude, you promised him you wouldn't kill anyone]

[He didn't do it! No matter how tempting the silk pillow was!]

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[He was really nice to her! So she's inclined to believe him]

[he gives him a little nod. he knew he picked a good subject]

Wait - are we allowed to collaborate? I thought one person had to -urgh- murder one other person.

Mr. Frog?

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

I'm just making sure.

Alright, Dicken's stacking theory still stands.

That would explain it, if the boxes were that disorganized.

Only if, of course, you can prove you weren't in the attic and doing it yourself. You have to admit, you didn't exactly do much when the chef was killed, even though you say you're ...

[eyeroll]

"The law", whatever that's worth.

Did anyone take action during that scenario? Quite frankly, the frog has asserted that my title has no relevance here, not with these circumstances.

[...!]

Where is...the coffee monster?

I've been wondering that, myself.

The...motive for this murder was rather weak. Perhaps the coffee thing was just upset she was not drinking coffee.

Upset? No, no. I do not dictate how the gods' divine presence reacts to those who do not drink Wilkins Coffee™. I merely enact their orders as required.