FIRST TRIAL.

[eggmobile]

[Eventually, when you are all gathered, the elevator jerks. Not in some Rod Serling Theme Park ride manner, but much more creaky. The elevator glides upwards, incredibly far up, before coming to a stop at a room you’ve never seen before.]

[The room shares a similar aesthetic to the control center, each portion of the wall covered in television monitors. They all display a bright blue screen at the moment, save for twenty additional monitors hanging from the ceiling like chandeliers. Each of those display the face of the good Doctor Eggman.

The only furnishings in the room are a table and chairs - the table is excessively long enough to seat all of you at the moment. Every chair corresponds to a different room, and each is marked with a nameplate corresponding to the room’s occupant. The unoccupied rooms are unmarked save for numbers, with no nameplates at all. Wilkins’ empty chair bares both his name, and a very ominous coffee scent.

In front of each chair are very small microphones kept in stands, just in case you need to speak up, as well as keyboards built into the table.

Once you are all seated, Doctor Eggman speaks.]

Now that you’ve all gathered, here are the rules! You must discuss the crime, and once you believe you have figured out your culprit, you may input their name in the keyboard in front of you! Take all the time you need, of course.

Failure to vote will result in your execution, and the same will follow should you fail to identify the culprit! How does that sound to you all?

Comments

[umslay]

Poor him!

[And good thing Ales wasn't out last night or...]

When did he die?

[clawhands]

Just last night.

[He squints.]

Are you sure you weren't out and about?

[umslay]

Of course not. Though I doubt you'll take my word for it.

[clawhands]

Hrrrgg. We'll see about that when we get through all this evidence.

[thank god at least one of the people here gives a shit about law and order. he pulls out the dismembered eye of wilkins from his pocket.]

From what I understand, there was a scuffle in the kitchen that resulted in the death of Wilkins. A coffee pot was broken and there was also a cold cup of coffee on the counter--whoever was here clearly had time to take some coffee from the puppet. Maybe they used his moment of weakness to take advantage of him.

[umslay]

[He's close enough to Bad Cop that Ales can see the eye clearly. Ew.]

There was a cold cup of coffee? Why wouldn't they attack him when he was in the middle of preparing it instead of after he served it?

Granted, we aren't dealing with a band of geniuses here...

[clawhands]

As far as I'm aware, the puppet doesn't...prepare coffee as so much make it appear out of thin air. Don't ask how it happens.

[Hrrrrm.]

It looked as though there was a struggle--his body parts were scattered around. His mouth, particularly, was ripped out and flung against the wall. There was also a significant amount of blood on it.

[neednoaccuser]

. . . Are you saying the puppet had blood?

[clawhands]

Did you not see the crime scene? He was attached to some...giant...thing.

[He shudders.]

I couldn't tell if it came from the puppet itself, or if it came from whoever attacked him.

[umslay]

What thing?

[Of course all weird creatures have fluids inside them. Maybe even plastic men.]

[clawhands]

A...a giant...human flesh man!

[neednoaccuser]

. . . So the puppet probably didn't have blood, the puppeteer had blood.

[Ok. Well. You know what, that's marginally better.]