WEEK 3: TRIAL

[dormheads]

week three: trial

victims:

Good thing yesterday was just a dream, huh?

Just kidding. Everyone will wake up to a text on their phone that has only a simple message:

Go to the gymnasium at 12 PM. Attendance is mandatory.

Everyone is free to go to the designated spot on their own, but once it hits 11:55, any stragglers will feel compelled to go and will join the others at the gym. As soon as every student is inside, the doors will lock behind them.

All of the bleachers are out, so students are free to sit wherever they like. At the very front of the gym is a gathering of a few items, one being a large desk where two of the Dorm Heads are present. When the clock hits noon, the scoreboard turns on, starting a countdown of nine hours.

From where she's seated, Sally speaks.

"You have nine hours again. It's... you'll be able to do it. Work hard."

Better get to it. That scoreboard is ticking.

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Hello everyone and welcome to our fourth trial! the next nine hours, the characters are expected to discuss among themselves, ask questions, examine the bodies of the victims, look over the evidence found yesterday, and revisit locations as needed in order to find the culprit(s). There'll be a one hour break from 5-6 PM EST, where no mod tags will occur.

Before the trial is over, please remember to place your character's vote over on the voting page. Voting will close at 9 PM EST, and will serve as our activity check for the week, so please be sure you get your vote in before it ends unless you have contacted us previously.

If you have any questions at any time, please let us know by pinging us on Discord!

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Comments

[modissty]

[What a mood! Even more of a mood as Byleth does her Byleth thing over there!! He's just going to stand here with Kon still but boy is he keeping an eye on that mess.]

[divineimpulse]

[...]

[overlimit]

That might be true... but we have to choose someone.

[feytality]

Don't get me wrong, I don't wanna get stabbed!

But sometimes physical demonstrations are needed.

[azuta]

[she'll procure a list then and then set it in front of him:

[ Set 1 - Claude, Lucretia, Denji, Caleb, Taichi, Luxanna, Yamato
Set 2 - Manwol, Catra, Tsuyukusa, Byleth, Ichinose ]

... it appears to have been cleared by dorm.

[headsplitter]

On campus? Uh... I haven't had blackouts, specifically.

But I do get my nightmares like usual. And really weird memory flashes this past week...

[amain]

... Byleth, you're my friend.

[ DON'T DO THIS. ]

[branches]

Why are we even stabbing? Anyway, sit down, I can handle it better than you.

[Tsuyukusa: NO, I WILL BE STABBED.]

[sawboned]

So what? That crappy drawing could mean whatever! It doesn't even have a lizard head.

[his face screws up in concentration as he thinks about how to phrase what he's thinking]

But that doesn't matter—what I'm tryin' to say is that Caiman only kills Sorcerors, not people. And if someone took over his brain and made him do somethin', it's not right at all to punish him for it just 'cause people want revenge or some stupid crap like that.

Actin' like they found that dude Molly's killer when all they found was the killer's weapon.

[shaft]

[ Just shakes his head. ]

[divineimpulse]

It's okay.

[repress]

[ wow. no. he used his item to clear her, but—then it didn't. now his hands are kind of trembling. ]

Professor.

[lifeless]

Byleth.

[she feels numb,]

Is it because you can't say?

[ghoststrums]

Everyone had memory stuff this week. It's some kind of effect. [ ... ] What kind of nightmares are they?

[supercatty]

[immediately, knowing that there's a chance Beau is still mad--]

Can you--? Punch her. Make her tell the truth. Ask her the same thing we asked Rupert.

Clear her name, please.

[she's begging]

[repress]

[ ... ]

Thank you, Viola.

[divineimpulse]

I'm not covering for anyone.

[duranduel]

[...]

[His eyes are starting to water.]

[He just closes his mouth and doesn't say anything.]

[headsplitter]

[ Denji's defending him, but from aside, Caiman just stares down at his hand. It's shaking, slightly. ]

[azuta]

[ . . . ]

I...

Please be well, Dimitri.

[divineimpulse]

[ah.

...]

Yes, Dimitri.

The answer is yes.

[supercatty]

[LIFTS A HAND. . . and brings a fist down (gently) against Byleth's shoulder, like she was torn between punching her and decided not to but is still consumed with frustration]

Please! You wouldn't! Say it wasn't you--! Say it wasn't!

[. . . she's tearing up]

[headsplitter]

Really... bad. I have bad dreams of my head exploding, or really gross and bloody rooms that I don't recognize...

[foreversweaterweather]

Byleth, no!!!!

[disreguarded]

How the fuck is she able to confess? Rupert and the other girl - couldn't, right?

... I -- [looks at caiman, fists clenching.] ...