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

[refate]

So we'll give it a try. Thanks, big guy.

[ his hand moves forward, to hover on caiman's lizardy forehead between his eyes. ]

I promise it won't hurt. [ and he touches his palm down. ]

[disreguarded]

What did you spend them on?

[branches]

[He TCHes but pulls some sort of baggie of plant goop out of where he keeps all his supplies in his shirt. He'll apply that to Alphinaud's foot, before wrapping it with a makeshift bandage which is just he rips a strip of fabric from one of his big poofy sleeves.]

I'm not doing this because I like you, so don't thank me.

[duranduel]

[pointing to the cut]

This one, too?

[lifeless]

[this time Manwol reaches for Kon's hand first. just holding it... vibing...]

...I'm going to hit him the next time I see him.

[WHO? CLAUDE? she means crow, she's just unhappy for stupid reasons that aren't even crow's fault, it's fine.

time to drag him from the afterlife]

[ambiography]

[hm. okay.]

I see. Thank you, then.

[modissty]

Were any of our healing items or potions unclaimed, then? We might want to check the new coupons as well, just to ensure none of the healing ones are missing aside from Crownguard-san's.

[ambiography]

-you just woke up slapped in the face?

[hello? what the fuck.]

[txt]

Well... There was a moment where we all fell, and I woke up to these...

[She gestures at her broken hand and the circular stab wound.]

Everything else, he was there.

[disreguarded]

Yes right now.

[ghoststrums]

Yeah. That was around the same time as my eye.

[ it was a good time all around. ]

[disreguarded]

[nods! okay.]

[selfestheim]

Yeah, anything that was related to a coupon would have disappeared yesterday, so... we probably shouldn't waste time trying to find the mystery weapon itself.

[sawboned]

[curse ichiro and his tall nii-san ways

it's of a decent size, maybe a little bumpy as you'd expect if someone bonked their head on something pretty hard]

Yeah, at first I thought it was just the normal headache from those annoying alarms, but it kept hurtin' so [he shrugs] Didn't point it out to anybody, but figured someone'd ask me today.

[ambiography]

I think he does, yes. But can you tell me exactly what happened?

[headsplitter]

...Yeah. But that's gonna be a hell of a lot harder to figure out, isn't it...?

[dormheads]

[His sword is a match for some of the damage.]

[godcards]

That seems to be the case.

[ HE DOESNT UNDERSTAND IT EITHER!! ]

[divineimpulse]

[she nods, and starts redressing!]

Thank you, Lucretia.

[shaft]

[ he's innocent.... ]

[shaft]

[ nice thank you!! ]

[disreguarded]

[it's a good thing that catra says she will because beau looks thunderously angry at what catra says.

she does, actually, have to spin off and go calm down though. so.]

[katzepaw]

Could you use it here, and show how it works?

[ambiography]

Have you not been healed at all, Luxanna?

[hello? your injuries. she's looking at those (and everything else) with some measure of concern.]

[supercatty]

[WELL]

[GONNA LET HER DO THAT]

[she will wait until Beau gets back, arms folded and ears flat]