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

[azuta]

[she nods, expression also a bit frustrated]

Of course. Take care, Yamato.

[supercatty]

[if only Catra were the hair ruffling type :(]

[time to check his phone!! is it locked?]

[steelo]

Did you watch him do the autopsy, Caiman?

[ghoststrums]

[ coming back with it; ]

If it's someone who was controlled, both the person doing the controlling and the person who was controlled would show up as guilty.

[ so. hrm. bad. ]

[lifeless]

[look

maybe]

I was going to do a thrift flip, but I haven't gotten around to it yet. The more cloth there is, the more material I have to work with.

[sawboned]

Now that seems like givin' him too much smarts credit.

[duranduel]

What gets me is why there were only one set of footprints. Like, if someone followed him in the orchard, and kill him, wouldn't we have seen that? But someone was attackin' him, for sure, cause of the blood splatter...

[OVERTHINKING TIME]

If the footprints belonged to Mollymauk in the orchard...where are his killer's footprints?

[refate]

[ squeeze - maybe they'll both have some luck. ]

We will. We're just getting started.

[ HE IS ALSO IT'S FINE, IT'S FINE. JUST HIS SISTER'S FRIEND AND THEIR DORMMATE. ]

[katzepaw]

[He's seen the dick before, he already knew.

Just to make sure I'm getting it right, confirming that Molly's eye can bleed on its own when he uses his power?

Anyway, he will turn the body over and just give it another look over carefully to make sure he hasn't missed any injuries or marks anywhere, or anything else strange.]

[departea]

... thank you.

[ she'll take it and set it next to her. ]

[disreguarded]

[a pause. very calmly:]

I would like to find the person who did the controlling, if that's the case.

[headsplitter]

...I know, he talked well with you and I just --

[ He looks over at Beau and then back at Caleb. He hears all these theories going around and he makes a fist. ]

Just, I wouldn't have killed Molly if it was my choice. That's all I can say, I have no fucking idea what's going on but that's all I can say.

If someone used me to kill him, I can't defend myself but -- if that's what happened, I didn't want to.

...

That's all.

[headsplitter]

Sure!

[ He unclips the masks from his belt, first. One of them looks like this, and the other one looks like this.

He removes his knife from his holster too to hand it over to Mandricardo, but uhh, it's kind of hard to miss there's two things.

One, it's the size of a goddamn mini-sword in everyone else's hands.

Two, there's blood on it. Caiman actually looks taken aback by this, seeming to notice it only right as he's handing it to Mandricardo. ]

B-blood...?

[duranduel]

When did this happen? This...thrift store [Macklemore] exchange thing?

[shaft]

[ This is a really sad and serious trial, but Claude snorts a little at imagining that. ]

[repress]

[ a nod ]

Then we will need to time our resources properly.

[goalsides]

[there's an uncertain smile.]

You're probably not wrong.

[dormheads]

[The phone is locked by a passcode!]

[ambiography]

...well, if the message from this week about finding his keys is any indication, he just might be relevant in some way.

[which she says seriously, but like, also with the tone of someone who cannot believe they are considering the bear theory.]

[sawboned]

Tch, incline away, dude.

You seem all smart, so I'm sure you can figure it all out without bein' a jerk about it.

[silentscout]

We should. That could be the third person, especially if they're smaller footprints than the others.

[steelo]

There were scuff marks, right? Maybe... [ he mimes swiping his foot over the ground. ]

[sawboned]

[apologetic look becomes fiercely defensive look]

[duranduel]

...

[Well. That's a thing.]

[Mandricardo is taking that giant knife now.]

Caiman, I-I'm sorry, but we're gonna have to take this as evidence.

[He'll check the masks in a second, but yeah. Knife is his, now.]

[arcsplainist]

[ Alphinaud makes a beeline right for the catwalk again. From the ground level, he'll nudge at the side with a hand. Is it still creaky? ]