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

[commandertoolbelt]

That's what I'm saying. He was already dead. There was no point in doing all this. Not even the monsters back home are this bad.

[ mostly. ]

[goalsides]

--holy shit. [HE'S JUST SHOCKED HE WAS RIGHT IT'S. FINE.] ...let us know what you find.

[supercatty]

[uh]

. . . what's "biology?"

[dormheads]

[He can check the bloody hand.

There is blood smeared and trickling over the eye on the back of his right hand.]

[selfestheim]

[ SHOVES HER gently THEY ARE STILL INVESTIGATING MURDERS ]

[dormheads]

[The shears look to be too small and/or fat to match.]

[repress]

If you are telling the truth, [ and dimitri sounds wary about that, tense ] then your situation differs from that of Kaoruko or Rupert, in that they seemed to remember everything.

There may be some larger, more insidious plot at work. Details of which we cannot know for sure.

[supercatty]

[. . .]

[what if she]

[just hugs Viola]

[WHAT IF!]

[overlimit]

[he gets a concerned look...]

[katzepaw]

No. That was different. The teleportation was an enchantment on the sword, he didn't need blood to use it. The blood magic was ice.

He could have used it without cutting himself if he was already bleeding, I believe.

[steelo]

[ :unamused: at alli

he looks. horrified. and angry. really angry! ]

.... That's fucked up. [ god FUCK this place. ] Why not both, right? Why not, for the most drama possible? Fuck!

[refate]

[ there's an - unhappy face at that, but not a horrified one, and he pats his hand once between tsuyukusa's shoulders in acknowledgement and some support. ]

[supercatty]

[I KNOW I'M SHOOK TOO, TY]

Yeah, I will. No promises it'll be anything useful, but--

[TIME TO GO A-SNOOPING]

[dormheads]

[She finds:

- A couple of pictures from old crime scene investigations
- Some pictures of the kittens in the barn
- A photo of a snowman that looks like Emil]

[commandertoolbelt]

[ glances over but he doesn't say anything. ]

[dormheads]

[oh thank god kon moved. no there's nothing there, there might be some empty spots where costumes were pulled.

anyway the entire catwalk comes crashing down, please roll for injuries, anais. and he might see something else caught in the ropes on his way down!]

[headsplitter]

I... yeah. Okay.

[ He can't exactly argue he wasn't manipulated by something. His fate is in y'all hands... ]

[branches]

[Ma'am. Actually Rita is a Friend so he will show her too.]

There's, listen I've got a way around it, I'm just saying maybe someone else got something worse?

[overlimit]

So, what, he had to make himself bleed every time he wanted his sword to be sharp?

[the fuck, molly]

[repress]

Yes. The sheer level of strength involved to decapitate someone cleanly is grotesque. And Sieghart's injuries were not gentle.

And while one could likely buy some sort of similar power, this is starting to become a grisly pattern.

[supercatty]

[WHO THE FUCK IS EMIL. i mean i know who emil is but catra sure doesn't! she tilts her head and squints at the photo, before moving on]

[what's his text history look like]

[branches]

[Sir what does this MEAN??]

[commandertoolbelt]

...So it's possible someone could have seen that in your memories, and set out to copy it.

[ this keeps getting worse and worse, damn. ]

[headsplitter]

[ Fuck!!! Okay, shit. He does put the shears down then and finally just goes for his own knife.

Any better match than the scimitar? ]

[commandertoolbelt]

[ SAYING SOMETHING LIKE THAT IS CONCERNING WHAT DO YOU THINK IT MEANS ]