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

[shaft]

[ Just watches her get interrogated with a dead-eyed stare, like damn, glad he doesn't have emotions to feel. ]

[divineimpulse]

Don't waste it on me, Beauregard.

I am telling the truth. Find Mollymauk's killer.

[headsplitter]

Y-yeah...

[ He glances back at Mandricardo. ]

[amain]

... Then it isn't you.

[ we will cling onto false hope because we love friends ]

[txt]

... Is that based on facts, or was it an assumption we made based on their behavior?

[lbr tho, most people don't want to get executed? so.]

[divineimpulse]

I won't have her waste the ability on me, Dimitri.

Focus on Mollymauk's killer. Crow's is solved.

[sawboned]

[crossing his arms and watching, not in distress or anger, just...watching]

[steelo]

[ nods... ]

Makes sense. Got it.

[ and then... ] ... Is there anything that might prevent people from confessing until a certain time?

[foreversweaterweather]

[ throws herself at Byleth in hysterical tears ]

Byleth, no!! You can't!

[feytality]

[ can she hold his hand :/ she gonna try ]

[disreguarded]

That -- doesn't fucking tell me anything! Byleth!

[divineimpulse]

I'm covering for no one.

Crow's murder has been solved.

[headsplitter]

Uh...

O-one time, after Nikaido kicked my ass, I blacked out, and I. I woke up with blood on my knife...

[duranduel]

What's wrong? Did you remember something?

[departea]

[ she shakes her head. ]

Not that I'm aware of, no.

[txt]

[he is not alone in lizards

ichinose is just ??? uh]

... A fugue state?

[katzepaw]

I don't understand how you would be able to confess, if that was true.

[. . .]

I have wondered, once or twice, whether you are. . . whether you have been going through something you couldn't explain. But how could you confess, Byleth?

[disreguarded]

It's an assumption, but I don't -- what the fuck.

[ghoststrums]

What? What happened that time?

[ LEGITIMATELY WHERE WAS THIS EIGHT HOURS AGO, CAIMAN, ]

[ambiography]

You've been phrasing this very specifically. Who is 'no one', Byleth.

[shaft]

[ sorry he really does not want to be touched right now but he appreciates your efforts maya ]

[divineimpulse]

Do not spend it on me, Beauregard!

You have thirty minutes remaining—trust me and go!

[headsplitter]

I don't know what that means, Kuon.

[ All these dramatic tags and then you just get this one I'm sobbing. ]

[repress]

STOP! Stop trying to save everyone—

[ he's shaking with fury, but his voice is wrought though—would she lie to him? ]

I'll have them vote for me. It doesn't matter. Whatever—heroic act you're trying won't matter!

[foreversweaterweather]

Well, we know he didn't wanna do it, so we can't pick him!!