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FIRST TRIAL
Trial I
The opera house doesn't seem to have gotten any changes. There are no lights on the windows, the lobby is dark. Only when everyone is gathered there something does happen: Rembrandt appears, opening the main stage doors, the large and heavy doors creaking when they open.
Rembrandt herds everything together, guiding them down the halls of the seating area. You better not stray from the hallway -- there's a very palpable sensation that something's deeply wrong about this place. You may perhaps see the form of something moving, blending with the darkness. Wait...it's several forms. A few pairs of intensely blue eyes, eyes that so far only Ango may have seen before, gaze at everybody. You really shouldn't try to approach. At least they don't try to come closer, cowed by Rembrandt's presence.
The main stage is the objective here. It's lit rather brightly, with the spotlights the Lady had used for her introduction a few days ago, illuminating the stage. In what's a rather ominous touch, the backdrop depicts hellfire. There aren't any props around, other than a few seats that seem to be spares for seats in one of the minor auditoriums, not even enough seats for everyone. Rembrandt blends into the darkness.
"Welcome!"
That's the Lady's voice, coming from high up. Looking up, you'll find a balcony to a side, large and with two seats. There's the Lady, wearing her dress, visible even in the darkness. She's standing up right now and leaning on the railing, shouting at them.
"Let's try to make this short and sweet. We figured it'd be fun if you all got to discuss who killed dear annoying Elliot. Give us a name, and we'll execute that person. Nice and simple, don't you think?"
"So, culprit who saved so many people from us...now you have to struggle for your own life. Oh, we never told you about this before? Don't feel bad, there's a lot we don't tell you all about. She sits down, adjusting her dress.
"I'm not going to pretend I care about you all catching the right person. Just give us a name and let the culprit go free, for all I care. Get started, we don't have all day to do this! You only have seven hours! Get moving!"
Here you are, all the actors in this impromptu play about justice, and the audience is...well there certainly is an audience larger than you were expecting. Everyone will hear the noises of those things moving around in the seating area, from time to time directing their eyes at the group, but they still make no attempt to approach. Looks like the audience that really matters is up there, in the balcony.
Let the trial for the death of Elliot Schafer begin.
[OOC NOTE: From the halfway point of the trial and onwards, you'll have the option to ask the masterminds for the chance to get a hint! Be warned, though: the price will involve some body horror for your character. Keep that in mind when deciding to use this option!]
Catherd time!
[ Feet checking may have been necessary but also quite the distraction from productive discussion. ]
I shall attempt to reconstruct what we've discussed so far.
Our culprit appears to have thoroughly prepped the clock-tower. The statue, dressed as a female figure, was dangling outside of it, presumably to stage a fake murder scene and attract someone's attention.
Inside the clock-tower, there was the questionable mud art... The buckets as well as the dust pan were presumably used to create it. We have yet to decipher its purpose, but it may have been a distraction as well. The person who made the art is also the person who's footprints we likely have. It stands to reason that this person is the culprit as well.
Elliot was, in some manner, thrown out of the tower. This explains the scattered objects from his bag, that appear to be unrelated to the case.
Evidence we have yet to connect to our scenario in some form is as follows: First, the water splashed in the bathroom. We can assume this is related to the mud adventures, but we have yet to attain consensus about this. Second, the broken bottle that was presumably used as a lamp. We don't know if it was Elliot's or the culprit's.
And third, if any of the strange powers were involved remains to be seen.
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Also, the lantern was near the door, not near the ledge the rope was attached to. It made me think it was thrown or dropped, but there could be another reason.
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[May as well ask that]
Lamp Check- Hey Ango hey
Hey, Ango~
[ He lowers his voice to something playful, while he looks him over. He sees something he likes. ]
Is that a glow stick in your pocket?
[ The rest of the statement is left unsaid, because he's helping himself to pawing Ango's pocket to take it. ]
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[Go ahead and steal that glowstick tho, he does have a few on him. He came Prepared in case there was no light here.]
Just ask for it next time, you already knew I had them!
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He's taking out the glow stick to snap it before putting it inside of the home made possible lantern. Hey mods. how does this light up?]
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And good to know. ]
Looks like a lantern is correct.
[ He'll aim it at various people ]
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[ :D ]
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[>T >T >T]
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Yeah, that would be pretty rude. [ This sounds totally reasonable, nice save Ango. ]
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