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

[disreguarded]

[she'll take them? she'll take them. her hands are all gross and burned still so it's not a fun texture but it's fine.]

Hey. [she says, and her voice is super hoarse.] What a difference from Tuesday, huh.

[departea]

[ that's fine. she just very gently interlaces their fingers. ]

Yeah. It's-- oh, Beau. [ ... ] You can sit over here whenever you need a moment to breathe, okay?

[disreguarded]

[she nods a little, and moves to brush her shoulder against her eyes so she doesn't have to let go of sally.]

... Might take you up on that offer. [... she looks over at caleb, though.] Maybe.

[departea]

[ she follows her gaze and then nods. ]

Mm. He can hang out over here, too. If he'd like.