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First Trial
[As the investigation ends, you'll hear Hester's voice inviting you to the auditorium. As this happens, the twin doors on either side of the concession stand, across from the gym, will click open. You can enter on either side; both go to the same place.
When you enter the auditorium, it's dark. There's only the small lights along the walkway behind all the seats, just enough to illuminate where you're going. There's a central path between the seats, down towards where you know the stage must be. That's where you must be going, right? As you pass each row of seats, the lights at their ends flick on, marking your procession and slowly making more and more of the room visible. Shortly, you can see your destination: a circle of podiums stationed in the orchestra pit, below the lip of the darkened, curtained stage. They're all identical, labeled with a cast member's name, save for Mumble's, which is draped in black crepe and has a framed monochrome photo of him - Elijah Wood him - on top.
When you reach the podiums, the lights above the stage finally come on. It's time to meet the Wizard.
The mechanical head, with glowing green eyes, is installed above the stage and the still-closed curtain. Even if you were standing on the stage, it'd be well out of reach. It peers down at all of you, its motions fluid, and speaks with a booming, artificial-sounding voice:]
Welcome to your first trial, everyone. I am the Wizard. It's time to determine who was responsible for the murder of Mumble. Feel free to talk amongst yourselves and work together - you'll have to show teamwork if you want to leave this room alive.
When you enter the auditorium, it's dark. There's only the small lights along the walkway behind all the seats, just enough to illuminate where you're going. There's a central path between the seats, down towards where you know the stage must be. That's where you must be going, right? As you pass each row of seats, the lights at their ends flick on, marking your procession and slowly making more and more of the room visible. Shortly, you can see your destination: a circle of podiums stationed in the orchestra pit, below the lip of the darkened, curtained stage. They're all identical, labeled with a cast member's name, save for Mumble's, which is draped in black crepe and has a framed monochrome photo of him - Elijah Wood him - on top.
When you reach the podiums, the lights above the stage finally come on. It's time to meet the Wizard.
The mechanical head, with glowing green eyes, is installed above the stage and the still-closed curtain. Even if you were standing on the stage, it'd be well out of reach. It peers down at all of you, its motions fluid, and speaks with a booming, artificial-sounding voice:]
Welcome to your first trial, everyone. I am the Wizard. It's time to determine who was responsible for the murder of Mumble. Feel free to talk amongst yourselves and work together - you'll have to show teamwork if you want to leave this room alive.
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So there was a half eaten frozen fish, which I assume Mumble was probably eating...and a lot of boxes tossed onto the floor.
[Which could indicate a struggle, but it could have been Mumble having trouble finding what he wanted. If he thinks himself to be a penguin, Varian would believe him struggling with hands...but after this long?
Hm.]
You had to go through the kitchen to get to the freezer, right? Did you see anything else?
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[Nor did she actually clean it up, she's not a maid.]
They even, like, bled on the floor. In the kitchen. That's like a health code violation, I'm pretty sure.
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[ Orpheus looks around at the rest of the people who showed up when the body was found. ]
Mumble didn't have any blood or wounds on him, did he?
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[He tried so hard and found nothing.]
His fingers...the tips of this fingers were blue.
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[ Orpheus cuts himself off, shaking his head. No. No, no, no. ]
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Wait, if he froze to death
Does that even count as a murder?
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[ god wait no she doesn't actually want to finish this thought.
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crap, okay, no she has to say it. ]
If s-someone... locked him in there on p-purpose... then it would.... p-probably...
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[She did, it was super easy.]
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W-what if.
What if someone was forcing the door closed?
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[ Serious, firm, and almost distant. ]
He could’ve been locked in…and he wouldn’t know how to find a way out.
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That's... how could he freeze to death in such a short time?
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But he was bundled up, correct? Shouldn't that have helped?
[She didn't really think the freezer was that cold. Then again, she isn't really the best judge at that.]
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They’re shaking. ]
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Um, are you - I know none of this is okay, but... [ He knows that look. ]
cw: freezing to death but like…detailed
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I'm so sorry
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cw; more freezing stuff
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Slowly, enough so that Peregrine can see what Elsa is doing, the young woman reaches out and places her hand over Peregrine's.]
It's... it's going to be okay. [She doesn't really sound convinced, but... she has to say it. She has to help somehow.] I'm sorry if I brought up something that scared you.
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Depends on the conditions. How cold it is, how well you're dressed. At least they bundled him up.
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[It makes sense, in a very morbid way, but Elsa's just... having a hard time processing all of this. The idea of murdering someone who's been a friend to them over these past few weeks? The idea of killing someone because of those pictures? She just. Doesn't get it.
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[Oh thank god Varian didn't go in the kitchen, that would have been embarrassing.]
Was there a lot?
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Like maybe they knicked themselves or something and didn't notice...?
Hand Check?
Do we want to check to see if anyone has any recent cuts on their hands? It couldn't hurt, at least.
[He's already pulling off his gloves to show that, well. They are cut, but none of the cuts are fresh. There are some scrapes and scratches from working, bruises from accidentally hammering his thumb, maybe an old burn scar or two.]
Re: Hand Check?
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cw: hunting talk, animal bits
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Re: Hand Check?