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

[its_not_fair]

[Sarah frowns]

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

[biggerbadge]

[He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms, and not uncrossing them as he rolls up his other sleeve. There is no blood on his other arm.]

Are you finished, Madame?

[its_not_fair]

[Okay, fine.]

For now.

[biggerbadge]

[He digs his hands into his pants pockets, and scoffs.]

Honestly, the nerve.

[its_not_fair]

The nerve?! Our lives are at stake! Excuse me for wanting to be sure!

[biggerbadge]

The fact you’d consider me a suspect is ridiculous in and of itself.

[its_not_fair]

No more ridiculous than anyone considering me a suspect.

[biggerbadge]

It was your silly action figure that caused much of this controversy.

[its_not_fair]

And that's not my fault.

[biggerbadge]

I’m not sure if it is coincidence.

[its_not_fair]

What do you mean by that?!

[biggerbadge]

Well, you are so...inherently suspicious.

1/?

[its_not_fair]

[........... wut]

2/?

[its_not_fair]

[No. Really... WHAT?!]

3/3

[its_not_fair]

Suspicious? In what way am I suspicious?

[biggerbadge]

Well, who else has been up in the attic?

[Hands in his pockets, he has a thought.]

...Madame, do you have wounds on your legs?

[its_not_fair]

Jareth has. We found the figures together.

[She makes a face at him. You're asking to look at a 15 year old girl's legs, you weirdo.]

No. I don't. Do you?

[biggerbadge]

I do not.

[he sticks his leg outward, pulling up his pant leg. wound-free. he very quickly resumes his former position.]</small Can you say the same?

[its_not_fair]

Ugh. Fine.

[She frowns. Damn you, weirdo!. She leans over and pulls the bottoms of her pants up to her knees revealing her wound-free legs]

You just showed me one. How about the other?

[biggerbadge]

Very well.

[same thing - his other leg is wound-free, and he quickly puts his hands back in his pockets.]

Anything else?

[its_not_fair]

No... but... you do have a good point. We should ask everyone else to do the same.

[tobeginwith]

Whatcha got in your pockets there?

[biggerbadge]

Armadillo feed.

[he does, indeed, pull a fist full of armadillo feed from his pockets.]

For Jean Junior.

[tobeginwith]

Oh. I see.

[he just kind of scoops it all out of Jean's hands very quickly and scatters it on the floor.]

There we go. Now he can eat.

[biggerbadge]

Do you want him to be fat? That is entirely too much.

[He quickly balls his hands back up.]