seasonality | WEEK 3: TRIAL

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.

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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

He was tangled up and hanging from ropes, I think. When we found him. Maybe the blue-purple legs was just no blood getting there?

[mmmm]

It could be. Or he could have bruised them some other way, like in a fall.

Either way, with a snapped neck, I wonder if he died. . . quickly. You know. Before he had time to really fight back.

[since Crow with his SEXY ABS would obviously FIGHT BACK]

[don't ask beau she's a monk not a cleric]

Maybe. The catwalk in the auditorium was really, really unsteady, in a way it shouldn't be if people regularly have to go up there. So - I don't know. Maybe he fought, maybe they tripped him and he got tangled.

[you know like the dude from tarzan]

[HAHAHA. . . WOW!!! that seems to make her fur bristle, ears flattening to the top of her head]

[. . .]

Did you see any broken glass in the auditorium?

[she frowns.]

Uhhh. I was an owl at the time so I don't remember a lot, but - no? They're checking it again though.

[hnnnnn]

I was trying to think of where the nicks and cuts could've come from. If he really did fall, I was wondering if maybe he shattered some glass on the way down, but--

[shakes her head]

I could be making things too complicated.

That's what I was thinking. If there was already poor circulation getting to his legs because of how tight the ropes were on other parts of his body and he was left like that overnight, then... it's definitely possible.

[ beat ]

Biology class.