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.

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Comments

[silentscout]

[He's saying this to Lux specifically:]

If he did do it, then I don't think he can admit to it. Rupert couldn't, even when he was caught. So look at everything carefully, because he might not be able to help us.

[duranduel]

[why would he know macklemore]

And did you make somethin' out of it?

[steelo]

...so you've watched somebody cut a hole in the back of somebody's head to remove their brain.

[selfestheim]

Futaba.

[foreversweaterweather]

[ Oh. Well.

She shrinks at that, thoroughly shamed. ]

[illuminance]

... Of course.

[overlimit]

Maybe the killer went to grab the shears from the greenhouse before following, and went along the road. Footprints wouldn't be so obvious if they took that route.

Unless they grabbed them before the scuffle, in which case... [shrug? footprints be like]

... I also wonder about the blood from the scuffle. One of them drew blood from the other, but... I don't really know how badly Caiman was stabbed, and we'll have to wait and see what the full details on Mollymauk are.

[illuminance]

... Caiman. I would like to believe that your desire to kill sorcerers was left at home, for your time here.

[dormheads]

[You don't have measurements, but I'll be nice and say he can tell that the set going from the orchard to the stable matches Set A.]

[modissty]

[Hm he hates it here actually.]

[duranduel]

...

[Just. Giving him a look.]

Caiman. You just told me you regrew your head.

[modissty]

[He'll just vibe nearby in case she needs another shoulder hand...]

[headsplitter]

[ Yeah. If it was just a case of 'Caiman, you killed Molly', he'd protest a lot louder, but...

With mind-altering, brainwashing in the mix, it wouldn't be his choice, would it?

He doesn't pat Caleb or anything, just looks at him a little sadly. ]

[dormheads]

[It's not drenched in blood! The blood on it is basically smeared and dried.]

[dormheads]

[viola allows the touch but she will largely stay off to the side, arms crossed tightly as she watches and supervises.

the seats are the seats! the stage is also the stage.

for alphinaud, the auditorium has high ceilings! the catwalk is very, very high up there! so it is not possible to be reached on ground level.... is he taking the stairs?]

[headsplitter]

It was the top of the head and we never got to it. The lights went out, and somebody stole my shit.

Wait, are you saying I'd do that to Molly?!

[supercatty]

[AS EXPECTED. . . she stares at it for a moment before pocketing it does later. she doesn't have any guesses for the passcode right now]

[and finally, it is time to examine the pendant she stole from his neck earlier. is there anything off about it?]

[repress]

[ thank you sweet i'm going to assume is jan because the other mods are stinky ]

[duranduel]

[Does it have any scuff marks? What part of the knife has the blood, like...the tip of it? Just the edge?]

[disreguarded]

Can't admit to it unless someone punches it out of him.

[dormheads]

[Can it...? Hmm. There is blood around it, but no wound.

There isn't anything else noticeable on Molly that Caleb hasn't seen yet.]

[headsplitter]

It's not a power though, I've got no control over it. Either way, I haven't used my vouchers for it and if you need a check on that shit, I've got them all here.

[selfestheim]

[ you know

in contrast to everyone who has held beau back or otherwise tried to convince her to back down

hope just sees her tensed pose and nods once in her direction. ]

[steelo]

I made a list of the people who had mind-altering powers last week, if that's what we're thinking.

But... at the same time, we've thought these kills might be compelled somehow for a while now. When we came back from the place on Thursday, we had the paper - you guys had the paper with the fill in the blanks too, right?

So, I guess... if we're thinking whoever runs this shithole thought they wanted more drama, what if they had a script they had to follow? It's just more theories.

[alitaba]

I didn't say anything!!