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

[divineimpulse]

[byleth holds out her sword.]

Mandricardo just checked it, but anyone else can, as well.

[supercatty]

[watching her, tail flicking at her back]

[. . .]

Byleth, did you kill Crow?

[divineimpulse]

[she shakes her head.]

[supercatty]

[closes her eyes for a moment. takes a deep breath. opens them again]

. . . say it aloud. Say you didn't do it, okay?

[divineimpulse]

[...

she doesn't say anything at all.]

[supercatty]

[. . . REACHES FOR HER HANDS]

Byleth!

[pleading now, panic rising in her voice]

[foreversweaterweather]

B...Byleth...?

[amain]

Why?

[ NO, WE ARE STRAIGHT TO ACCUSATION ]

[divineimpulse]

Why, what?

[amain]

So you're going to say you didn't kill him.

[ Please... He would be so sad. ]

[divineimpulse]

...I won't say that.

[duranduel]

[Looking over at all these accusations with some Nervous Dog Energy?? What is happening????]

[divineimpulse]

[she touches mandricardo lightly on the shoulder.]

Trust me.

[duranduel]

[............]

[Just looking more anxious after her not saying anything to Catra.]

B...Byleth...?

[divineimpulse]

It's okay.

[disreguarded]

You had better not be fucking doing this as a self-sacrifice thing. I swear. I won't.

[supercatty]

[immediately, knowing that there's a chance Beau is still mad--]

Can you--? Punch her. Make her tell the truth. Ask her the same thing we asked Rupert.

Clear her name, please.

[she's begging]

[lifeless]

Byleth.

[she feels numb,]

Is it because you can't say?

[divineimpulse]

I can say whatever I want.

[lifeless]

[...Manwol will approach her,]

Byleth, can I see your cuts again?

[strip check... v2!!! she's just gonna look for any cuts, healed or otherwise that would match the cut on her arm/be smaller than her hand. also look at that slash on her chest if byleth lets her]

[divineimpulse]

[she nods!

all her injuries are the same as last week. there's no new cuts or scars.]

[lifeless]

[Manwol will step back after checking.

Is there relief on her face? Panic? She feels cold, but she needs to say what she saw.]

There aren't any new cuts. And I bandaged most of these after Byleth returned last week.

[commandertoolbelt]

There were three sets of prints. One was Crow's. One was probably yours.

Can you tell us who else was there?

[ i know oocly that you can't but he has to ask ]

[divineimpulse]

...There was no one else.

[commandertoolbelt]

Three different sets of footprints, By. Three cups in the SUB.

[ so. he doesn't believe her at all. ]

...What even happened? Did you guys just - sit down for a chat before you all went after him, or what?

[ one last tea time except with bad hot cocoa? ]