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Enter your mastermind.

[Once all the votes are in, there's a hissing sound, like fog escaping a fog machine. However, there's no fog to be seen. Until you look up to the Overseer's booth, with its glass walls that are slowly becoming more opaque as the room fills with white smoke.

A bright bluish-white light illuminates what it can, from lights on top of and below the platform like a rock star stage. There's a barely-visible shadow, and the menacing cackle of a voice that you're all quite familiar with, even though you haven't heard it in a while.

And then the cackling turns into coughing and yelling.]


HGGCKKK! ACK! KHHCHKSH! HAKH AHAKH AHAKHAKH!!!!!

[The glass around the platform shatters from the blunt force of two long, spindly metal arms, and white smoke pours down from the Overseer's platform and to the floor, spilling out the long distance to the floor like medical-cherry-scented clouds.

The alien man is...a lot smaller than Kip, actually, held aloft by four long spider-like arms sticking out from somewhere on his back. And as soon as he stops choking on his own mistakes, the cackling resumes again.]


Behold!! Humans, robots, AI, and... anything else you may identify as! Your "Kip Larimer" does not exist! I, KIP! AM YOUR OVERLORD!
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The Final Trial

[After a while, the shaft in the middle of the elevator rises up again and glows a beckoning shade of blue. PAL the literal infant in the computer stopped responding somewhere when Queenie started throwing shit around, but the hum of the machinery goes quieter to match.

And when all 10 Champions get on the elevator and Junpei uses his robot hand to firmly grasp the shaft, the elevator rises back up into place. There are no new portraits, because nobody new has died. The only difference between now and the last time you were up here is the lack of stairs leading up to the Overseers' booth, and the complete lack of lighting aside from the blue glow on the shaft. As each Champion takes their place behind their podium, the rose on the front lights up red.

Sorry everybody, this trial is very #aesthetic, good luck reading your notes.]


Welcome, Champions, to the final trial aboard the Fantasy Sweet. At stake here is your freedom, and possibly your lives. Can you solve the mysteries of the Fantasy Sweet and earn your way out?

Compile your evidence. Discuss. And Vote.

This will all be over soon.


[Despite the lit-up roses, the voting panels remain dark and inactive.]
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fifth trial

[With the announcement and evidence gathered, the doors in the pool area are the next destination for anyone who doesn't want a repeat of witnessing PAL's brand of punishment.

The podium circle is more empty than it's ever been, with Rhys and Nishitani's portraits floating at attention where they had stood just two weeks before. In the place Kip used to stand there is still no floating portrait frame, no memorial, no indication he ever set foot in this courtroom.]


Welcome, Champions, to the Rose Ceremony. Weed out the true culprit and they'll be eliminated, vote incorrectly and they'll be allowed to go home at the expense of the rest of your lives.

Oh, and don't bore me. You know by now I cannot stand being bored.
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fourth trial

[With the announcement and evidence gathered, the doors in the pool area are the next destination for anyone who doesn't want a repeat of witnessing PAL's brand of punishment.

In the slowly emptying circle of podiums there are two more added since last week, Roland, the Champion of Lokapala and Angel, the Champion Traitor. Their names and titles are brightly displayed but the harsh red is a painful contrast to the lively green of the living Champions' podiums. In the place Kip used to stand there is no floating portrait frame, no memorial, no indication he ever set foot in this courtroom.]


Welcome, Champions, to the Rose Ceremony. Weed out the true culprit and they'll be eliminated, vote incorrectly and they'll be allowed to go home at the expense of the rest of your lives.

Oh, and don't bore me. You know by now I cannot stand being bored.
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THE THIRD TRIAL

[With the announcement and evidence, the doors in the pool area are the next destination for anyone who doesn't particularly want to see what a punishment from PAL would look like (with the exception of Junpei).

Three more greyscale portraits have joined the others this week, Lee, the Champion Comeback, Takumi, the Champion Tactician and Mary, the Champion Twin. Their names and titles are still brightly displayed but the harsh red is a painful contrast to the lively green of the living Champions' podiums.

Kip isn't present this time around and after the argument with PAL about staying with Junpei it'd be more surprising if he was there.]


Welcome, Champions, to the Rose Ceremony. Weed out the true culprit and they'll be eliminated, vote incorrectly and they'll be allowed to go home at the expense of the rest of your lives.

Oh, and don't bore me. I cannot stand being bored.
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second trial

[With the announcement and evidence, the doors in the pool area are the next destination for anyone who doesn't particularly want to see what a punishment from PAL would look like. When the bonded champions make their way down the stairs and into the basement they'll notice some slight differences to the courtroom.

Two new greyscale portraits have joined Mikaela's in floating above the garish gold podiums, Mai, the Champion Scapegoat and Finn, the Champion of Resistance. Their names and titles are still brightly displayed but the harsh red is a painful contrast to the lively green of the living Champions' podiums.

Kip is waiting for them on the same platform from the previous week, already dressed in his somber black suit, black hair, and matching grim expression. He never put in an appearance outside his room during the investigation, but as the Champions enter he tracks Queenie and Church, making sure that they're okay (or, okay as they can be).]


Welcome, Champions, to the Rose Ceremony. Weed out the true culprit and they'll be eliminated, vote incorrectly and they'll be allowed to go home at the expense of the rest of your lives.

Oh, and don't bore me. I cannot stand being bored.
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first trial

[With the announcement and evidence, the doors in the pool area are the next destination for anyone who doesn't particularly want to see what a punishment from PAL would look like. Kip, for once not acting like a complete coward, takes the lead and opens the doors. The patio is a large, round room with high walls and a domed ceiling, but the biggest feature of the room is the a circle of podiums that takes up most of the floor space.

The room itself is decked in the same almost gaudy golds and reds as the rest of the mansion, with walls high enough that it's impossible to see inside the trial room from the promenade that encircles the whole mansion. The domed ceiling provides an unhindered view of the stars overhead. As for the podiums themselves, they're the same sort of garish gold with a digital screen facing toward the center of the circle, and a large, currently dimmed rose silhouette facing the center beneath the screen. The screens each have a name and title associated with a Champion written in green block letters, all save for Mikaela, the Champion of the Millennium Tree Forest. Hers are a striking red and, floating above her podium, is a greyscale portrait framed in some kind of bold, gilt-looking frame. She smiles out at the group, her eyes gentle and kind even with the noticeable lack of color.

With Cece staying behind to take care of the body, Kip is left to cross the room by himself, stepping onto a platform that rises up just high enough to be out of reach and back far enough toward a far wall to have a full view of the court room. For a brief moment, Kip is obscured by a dome of glass that closes over him, but when the dome lifts it's clear that the only thing obscured was a quick change, taking him out of what was clearly his pajamas and dressing him in a sharp, mournful black suit. He's recovered from looking slightly green, but his body language and expression remain quite somber nonetheless.]


Welcome, Champions, to the Rose Ceremony. This is the trial stage, where the goal is to find the true culprit and...

[PAL almost sighs in disappointment.]

Well, Kipsqueak already spoiled the stakes for you. Find the culprit and they'll be eliminated, vote incorrectly and they'll be allowed to go home at the expense of the rest of your lives.

Oh, and don't bore me. I cannot stand being bored.
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sixth trial

[Six weeks, thirteen Champion dead out of their original twenty as well one half of the former Overseer pair. With Jamie now counted as a fellow Champion in the Benefactors' eyes, their numbers have dwindled down to eight.

C.E.C.E.'s announcement sounds and for what may be the last time the Champions must file to the teleporter with their evidence and the Champion Landscape Artist now officially among them. The courtroom is empty this time around, the floating platform as empty as the updated circle of surviving Champion's podiums. Jamie makes a small, humorless sound when he sees the lack of a portrait at Lightning's podium and his own name in glaring green where she once stood.

There's no Bolton to speak to them this time around so it's C.E.C.E. whose voice rings from on high.]


Welcome, Champions, to the courtroom. Eight of you have entered, but if you vote correctly only seven of you will leave. Compile your evidence and select the correct culprit is. If you vote correctly, the culprit will be executed and the rest of you will be allowed to go back upstairs.

Thank you!
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fifth trial

[Ricky and Kurumi are dead, bringing the list of surviving Champions down to the single digits from their original twenty. When CECE's announcement sounds, it's with heavy hearts that the Champions file to the teleporter to get to the courtroom. It only takes one trip this time.

When they get to the courtroom the podiums have once again been updated for the recently deceased. Rukia, Kurimi, Ricky- their portraits await their friends where they stood just several days ago. It's a mite chilling now to see the twelve empty podiums and realize nearly everyone has a dead Champion on at least one side of them.

Jamie and Bolton are there waiting as usual, suited up and ready to oversee the trial. In a depressing repeat of the first trial, Jamie looks like hell. His tie is knotted wrong, his hair is haphazardly pulled back into a messy ponytail and, though it's hard to tell from a distance, but his face is red and splotchy like he's been crying. Bolton doesn't look much better - his clothes, at least, are impeccable, but his beard is scruffier than usual and there's something lacking from his usual extravagant personality.]


Welcome, Champions, to the courtroom. Eight of you have entered, but - in the best case scenario - only seven of you will leave. You all know the drill by now: compile your evidence and figure out who the killer is. If you vote correctly, the culprit will be executed and the rest of you will be allowed to go back upstairs.

Remember, there is no time limit but I'd advise you to keep things interesting.
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fourth trial

[As the last of the evidence is gathered, the voice chimes in with a call to come down to the courtroom.

In the slowly swindling podium circle McBurn and Shadow's portraits have been added and the green in their scrolling names replaced with red.

Jamie and Bolton are waiting on their floating platform, back in black and ready for a trial. Jamie still looks tired and his posture is a little more slouched than usual but he's here and there's not much else they can ask of him right now. Bolton's put on his usual showman's attitude despite the dark circles under his eyes, and he spreads his arms to make the announcement.]


Welcome, Champions, to the courtroom. Eleven of you have entered, but - in the best case scenario - only ten of you will leave. You all know the drill by now: compile your evidence and figure out who the killer is. If you vote correctly, the culprit will be executed and the rest of you will be allowed to go back upstairs.

Remember, there is no time limit but I'd advise you to keep things interesting.
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third trial

[As the last of the evidence is gathered, the voice chimes in with a call to come down to the courtroom. It's easier this week, they only need to make two trips on the teleporter.

There are three new portraits added to the podium circle this week to mark those who've died since the last trial. Seth, Sadie, Margulis- their photos rendered in black and white and the green lights in their names having switched to an ominous red.

Jamie and Bolton are waiting on their floating platform, back in black and ready for a trial. Jamie looks exhausted as he has all week but his expression and body read more exasperated than despairing. Bolton, on the other hand, looks the picture of restrained excitement. He is ready to see how this goes down.]


Welcome, Champions, to the courtroom. Thirteen of you have entered, but - in the best case scenario - only twelve of you will leave. Compile your evidence and figure out who the killer is. If you vote correctly, the culprit will be executed and the rest of you will be allowed to go back upstairs. If you vote wrong, however, the killer goes free and the rest of you take the punishment in their place.

Remember, there is no time limit but I'd advise you to keep things interesting.
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second trial

[Like last week the announcement sounds, the Champions with their gathered evidence file once again to the teleporter where the courtroom waits for them.

The a circle of podiums has changed since last week. The Griffin, Toby, and Angelica's floating portraits have joined Chintanda's above their respective podiums as well as the bright green having been changed to a glaring red.

The Overseers are waiting on their floating platform when the first group of Champions arrive. They're back in their black suits, side by side. Jamie's expression is grim but he looks more mentally present than the last trial. Bolton, on the other hand, looks stern but not grim, arms crossed over his chest. Once again, he's the one who makes the announcement.]


Welcome, Champions, to the courtroom. Sixteen of you have entered, but - in the best case scenario - only fifteen of you will leave. Compile your evidence and figure out who the killer is. If you vote correctly, the culprit will be executed and the rest of you will be allowed to go back upstairs. If you vote wrong, however, the killer goes free and the rest of you take the punishment in their place.

Remember, there is no time limit but keeping things interesting is in your best interests.
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the first trial

[With the announcement, the Champions are free to decide amongst themselves what order the groups leave in. Once that's done the process of teleporting is automatic and happens in the blink of an eye. Once second they're in the center of the cafeteria before a soft blue light surrounds them and then they're standing in the middle of a circle of podiums.

The room itself it the same shiny, chrome-covered atrocity as most of the rest of the ship save for the sections of floor that aren't the teleporter: those are thick clear glass that show nothing but empty space and stars beneath the Champions' feet. As for the podiums they're the same sort of garish chrome with a digital screen facing toward the center of the circle. The screens each have a name and title associated with a Champion written in green block letters, all save for Chitanda Eru, the Champion of Curiosity. Hers are a striking red and, floating above her podium, is a greyscale portrait framed in some kind of bold, mechanical-looking frame. She smiles out at the group, her eyes wide and sparkling even with the noticeable lack of color.

The Overseers are waiting when they all arrive, standing on a floating platform just high enough to be out of reach and back far enough toward a far wall to have a full view of the court room. Both are dressed in pressed black suits, standing straight and tall. It's hard to read their expressions clearly with the height but Jamie looks particularly rigid in his posture. Bolton, on the other hand, looks more at ease, though he's standing close to Jamie.]


Welcome, Champions, to the courtroom! Nineteen of you have entered, but - in the best case scenario - only eighteen of you will leave. The goal here is to compile the evidence that you've gathered and figure out who the killer is. Once you think you have an answer, we'll call a vote where you'll use the podium in front of you to vote on the title of the Champion who you all agree has broken the peace. If you're correct, the culprit will be executed and the rest of you will be allowed to go back upstairs. If you're wrong, however, the killer goes free and the rest of you take the punishment in their place.

There's no time limit, but remember - I hate being bored. Now let the first trial begin!