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

[overlimit]

Picked him up, lost my balance, and we both went down.

Got a new assignment after that, so I guess it was good enough. [that's the important thing!]

[arcsplainist]

[ ... ]

It would be remiss of me not to do so, regardless of your feelings toward me.

[illuminance]

My cough is better.

[ so. that got healed! ]

[overlimit]

Magic.

[shaft]

[ Slides back. He's leaving the sword propped up against the bleachers it's so huge and impractical. ]

Just a bit of blood on the tip of one of the blades, so someone should have a cut—healed over or fresh.

[duranduel]

Uh, sure? I haven't used it, yet. To demonstrate it, though, I'd probably need somethin' to fight.

[steelo]

[ closes my fucking eyes. ichiro also just closes his eyes. ]

...Dude, if you wake up with weird injuries, please tell someone immediately. You understand how sus that is, right. [

SIGHS. by decent is it like. fist sized? smaller? ] Okay? Okay. Promise me. Take some painkillers or something, too.

[ he's gonna check his hands really quick, just to make sure there's nothing weird going on with them, including under the fingernails. no other injuries that stick out? just taking a closer look at his torso and arms and legs. ]

[headsplitter]

[ He'll sit there still and wait. Behaving... ]

[katzepaw]

You couldn't just lift something heavy?

[disreguarded]

[she probably has a bruise on her forehead too actually i just forgot]

This is from fucking Tsuyukusa. The horse kick is from last trial. Like forty people can confirm that one. Other than that, no. All of these are from Thursday.

[commandertoolbelt]

That's pretty much what I was saying, yeah. We can compare what we've got, but if the damage doesn't match anything, then... whatever they used to fight him was probably from a coupon.

[ambiography]

-well, we can look into that after we're finished here.

[all of you and your wounds, good lord.]

Have someone confirm the other injuries if they're able to.

[duranduel]

I could try? But the power's for attack and defense, specifically...I guess I could lift someone...like, you could see it before, and after.

[look fate/go gameplay mechanics translating into real abilities are bs sometimes]

[selfestheim]

...you didn't use your coupon on Thursday, either?

[ WHAT IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU ]

[branches]

[He ties the bandage tight, and he is done, and standing up.]

Based on what you said last week you wouldn't want help from someone like me in the first place.

[Anyway.]
If you need to get up, have someone support your weight on that side so you don't put weight on the foot.

and the results are in...

[refate]

[ ... his hand stays there, for a minute. but there's nothing that comes with it like he'd expect, when he pulls away. quiet, for a beat, brow furrowing.

he pats caiman, in the same spot. ] Thanks. Head up, man.

[ his voice raises as he turns to address everybody: ] Nada.

He was moving, but there's not actually a memory - there's an absence of it. I couldn't actually pull anything to look at, so it was a sensation of movement, and lasted for only probably a minute.

[katzepaw]

Lift, uhm, Caiman, maybe?

[illuminance]

Understood.

[foreversweaterweather]

[ well. Mabel already knows what lies in THAT direction. but...do the footprints match Caiman's from earlier? Are the footprints themselves at all bloody? ]

...m-maybe we missed something in the stables yesterday. We should go check in there too.

[disreguarded]

... What? What the fuck does that mean.

[supercatty]

[. . . . . .]

So-- something took his memory from him? Forced amnesia?

[katzepaw]

. . . So maybe something a little like sleepwalking?

Could you tell what the movements were?

[duranduel]

...Sure? Ask Caiman if he's up for it.

[steelo]

[ uhhhhhh ]

...What the fuck.

[godcards]

[ he just. deadeyes her. but fine he'll have an npc escort him to spring dorm all so he can bring back his three (3) vouchers. ]

There. Is that good enough for you?