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

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.

[biggerbadge]

Was there one that looked like moi?

[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.

[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...

[tobeginwith]

What? I thought you all said Camilla had blood on her beak. You know, from live prey. [chickens eat rats, right] How'd it get there if she was eating chicken feed?

[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?

[vicholas]

Oh no sir, name's Lew Zealand!

[Silly king.]

When looking at the chicken's body, I found a small stab wound in the side of the body. Buuut that's not all! I also found oddly-shaped bruise under all those feathers. Weird isn't it? More than one wound!

[its_not_fair]

Everyone! Whoever killed Camilla probably got blood on them and maybe got pecked by her or something during the fight.

[She looks around

Everyone should show their shirt sleeves and arms, so we can see if anyone has any blood or injuries.

[She looks over at Dickens] He's already shown me his.

[Her white shirt is pristine and she pushes her sleeves up to her elbows to show her arms are just as clean and bandage free.]

[asksforsolittle]

[Jareth does the same, a neutral expression on his face. he's clean.]

[its_not_fair]

[After a conversation with Jean, Sarah looks at Jareth. She was about to ask him to show his legs... but he wears those leggings and boots. It's unlikely a chicken beak would be able to get through those boots.

Not that she actually thinks he did it, of course.]

[biggerbadge]

My arms, you say?

[Removing his suit jacket, Jean cradles his armadillo friend in one hand as he uses the other to raise up his sleeve.

There’s no blood on his arms.]

[tobeginwith]

What's with the armadillo.

[its_not_fair]

[Sarah frowns]

Can you put your armadillo down so you can roll up your other sleeve?

[muppetlabs]

[There's no blood on his lab coat, that's for sure.]

[biggerbadge]

Would you remove your labcoat, doctor?

[its_not_fair]

[After a conversation with Jean]

Bunsen, would you mind rolling your pant legs up to your knees?

[vicholas]

[Lew Zealand T-poses. He's as clean as you can call someone who stinks of fish.]

Do I have to get naked?

[tobeginwith]

Yes.

[couldvebeenasurgeon]

[Monty's not clean per se, but there's no blood to be found on him.]

[shslmuppet]

[Komaeda's here and he rolls up his sleeves, revealing his arms which are free of injuries.]

What a despair filled day we're having here!

[sockluck]

[Boober doesn't really have clothes to remove in the first place. He flicks his scarf up, anxiously removes and shows his hat, turns around - Boober is free of blood.]