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

[azuta]

[ . . . . she pauses briefly, surprised, and she'll hold her hands out to receive it]

... why...?

[supercatty]

[she deposits the chain into Viola's hands, gaze flickering away]

Because-- you know. A memento, or whatever.

[she'd like to keep it herself but since Crow was Winter, she imagines Viola is having a very difficult time right now!! and. . . she doesn't know. it feels. . . right, in Viola's hands]

[azuta]

[she'll hold the pendant in her hand for a moment and - there's a second where her expression just shatters in a whirlwind of grief and anger.

she ducks her head quickly, covering her eyes with one hand. her fingers curl around the pendant. her voice is soft. she fights against a tremble.]

... I— I see. Thank you.

[supercatty]

[. . .]

[what if she]

[just hugs Viola]

[WHAT IF!]

[azuta]

[catra gets a hug....

catra gets a hug that's almost a cling, viola just barely trying to remember not to hurt her. she's hiding her face goodbye forever]

[supercatty]

[it's okay, Catra is trying not to think about how openly feelings-y this is in PUBLIC, of all places]

[Viola can cling, because Catra is. . . also kind of clinging, to be quite honest. her asshole cousin of whom she was quite fond is DEAD 8(]

[azuta]

[yeah he is :/ rudeass

but they'll just have a sad little cuddle here in this corner until catra pulls away. viola isn't prone to touching people, often too afraid to do so - but unfortunately she'll take what she's given]

[supercatty]

[catra's pretty touch-shy too, so this is quite a big thing. but eventually. . . she does draw back]

A-- anyway.

. . . I'll find out who did it, okay? I swear.

[azuta]

[viola lets her go easily enough and nods....]

... Please let me know all I can do to assist.

[supercatty]

Okay. I will.

[and with that. . . she returns to the trial]