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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[supercatty]

[. . . REACHES FOR HER HANDS]

Byleth!

[pleading now, panic rising in her voice]

[divineimpulse]

[she gives catra's hands a squeeze, and a small, tired smile.]

[supercatty]

[holding onto them super tightly, her knuckles white]

Are you-- are you covering for someone? If you are, then don't. . . ! You don't have to!

[divineimpulse]

I'm not covering for anyone.

[supercatty]

[LIFTS A HAND. . . and brings a fist down (gently) against Byleth's shoulder, like she was torn between punching her and decided not to but is still consumed with frustration]

Please! You wouldn't! Say it wasn't you--! Say it wasn't!

[. . . she's tearing up]

[divineimpulse]

I can't, Catra.

It was.

[supercatty]

[she's crying into Byleth's shoulder in another tag, but just. imagine her doing that here, too. EVERYTHING IS FINE!]