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

[supercatty]

[. . . . . .]

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

[repress]

If the pattern persists that two people are outside every Thursday night, then perhaps he was encountered by someone... or they controlled his body, somehow.

[supercatty]

[ear flick]

Yeah. I'm starting to think that's more likely. After all, Rupert knew he had killed someone. He kept this memories.

If Caiman really was our killer, he'd still have them. Right?

[repress]

Unless something has drastically changed from last week to this one.

[ like, who the hell knows for sure? but it's definitely an odd thing. ]

[supercatty]

Sooooo. . . back to square one??

[this seems to have not helped at all!!]

[repress]

[ cries in 5 o'clock!! ]

It either means that Caiman does not remember due to something about this place, or that... someone moved him, either to use him to commit the crime, or frame him for it.

[ which yeah is square one but more ambiguous. ]

...If we can find someone capable of any of that, it may be a lead.

[supercatty]

[SQUARE ONE BUT WITH LIKE. HOPE???]

Not much of one. But I guess it's not much more than we've ever had, huh?

[divineimpulse]

...Could they have controlled Malik too, then?

[repress]

I suppose, but Malik is also light enough that he could have been moved normally.

[ so it's hard to say. ]

[refate]

[ side gesture at dimitri ]

[supercatty]

[replying directly to Dimitri, then]

[refate]

[ following up on the exchange between his dormies: ]

He has memory issues, but he was still sharing memories that he didn't remember, himself. If something was there for me to find, I would've found it.

[supercatty]

[mmmmm. . .]

So it's. . . probably just another situation like Denji's chainsaw.

[refate]

It's possible. [ or someone attacked a sleeper and threw a lizard man into a freezer hoping he'd die. ]

Depends on if someone took his shoes or walked him, somehow.

[supercatty]

[folds her arms over herself]

. . . I don't know. Anything seems possible at this point.

[refate]

We're just spinning our wheels on everything, at this point.

[ his shoulders hunch forward as he pseudo-crosses his arms, overlapping his bum one and staring out into the void of the gym ]

[supercatty]

[. . . Catra makes an unhappy noise, her gaze flickering away]