( TRIAL - WEEK 1 )

[abhoth]

At exactly 11:30 am, all residents who are still asleep will be jolted awake by a sharp, burning pain that spreads across their whole body. A simple look will reveal no visible injuries, oddly enough, and the pain will fade away as soon as they're properly awake. Those early birds who are already up and about will feel nothing — except maybe a strange, mysterious sense of relief as they go on about their business. Lucky them. Moments later, an announcement will come through the static-filled PA system: "This is Craftly speaking. My apologies for the rude awakening [not really], but your presence is required in the Dining Hall. Our first trial is about to begin. Please do try to be there before noon. My staff members have simply too many duties to tend to, to be escorting each and every one of you out of your quarters. Good day." And true to his words, anyone who doesn't make their way to the Dining Hall before noon will be dragged kicking and screaming regardless of where they've sequestered themselves. Sucks to be you, huh? Upon arriving there, however, residents will be given the menu, one copy of the rulebook, one pencil, one notepad, and a cheque folder. Lunch and dinner will be served at the appropriate times, and appetizers, desserts and beverages (of the non-alcoholic variety) will be available throughout the trial. All you have to do is ask one of the faceless men, and your food will be delivered to you in ten minutes or less depending on what it is. The Dining Room itself looks about the same as it does any other day — save for the fact that the lights have been dimmed. Why this, you ask? Because the projector is now in use. Transparencies containing each resident's profile will be displayed on the pull-down screen, with one of the staff members rotating through the images every minute. The profiles of the deceased are included, and if current discussion deems it necessary to focus on one particular resident, anyone is free to ask the faceless man to pause on the appropriate profile for a while. A small area has been sectioned off with a transparent, plastic curtain right next to the pull-down screen. Its use will become rapidly apparent once the victim's corpse has been wheeled in. Anyone who wishes to step into this area will be asked to wash their hands in the kitchen, and they will be given a pair of latex-free gloves and a hairnet by a staff member who is stationed nearby. Residents are required to dispose of both items before returning to the dinner table; a trash bin is available outside of the curtains for this purpose. Evidence found during the investigation, on the other hand, will be displayed in the back of the room. Two, long tables have been taken out of storage for this occasion, and any items found by the residents on Friday will be displayed here for further examination. Finally — a clock above the pull-down screen displays the current hour. Please do remember you have until 9:00 PM to figure out whodunit and cast your vote. ( victim ) Welcome to our first trial! Characters will be given nine (9) hours to discuss everything related to the investigation to hopefully solve the mystery behind this week's murder. No one will be allowed to leave the Dining Hall without explicit permission from the Innkeeper (and only then to take a tinkle), and all characters must cast their vote before 9PM EST. You may do so on this week's voting page. If you have any questions or doubts, shoot us a PM or a PP over at yuggoth. ( quick navigation ) voting | profiles | menu | locations | ic rulebook

Comments

[parodeity]

[ ...dave strider has to try really fucking hard not to laugh at the kazoo, because that would be inappropriate, but it is a near thing and so his expression goes like halfway between neutral to twisted up because what the hell. for the record. ]

So anyway. [ strained voice, dave just admit you're amused NO ] I guess we should all, like, say whatever we found, right? Did we find jack shit beyond what was mentioned yesterday even.

[ he is slouched in a chair ignoring any food, arms crossed over his chest. he still has two broken fingers that's just gonna keep being true, i guess. ]

[disinterested]

You can laugh, you know. Or throw up. Whichever it is you want to do.

[because r u ok dave]

[parodeity]

M'not laughin'.

[ WHY DOES HE FIND A SHITTY KAZOO SOLO HILARIOUS, THIS IS UNFAIR ]

[disinterested]

Then I'm very sorry for your face.

[parodeity]

My face's fine. [ PROBABLY...god ]

[intolerable]

Nothing in the stairwell or the dark room, which means if the body were moved, it wasn't anywhere but a place on the second floor.

[ She folds her arms. ]

I checked. Our guy probably died where he was standing if he was warm, right?

[parodeity]

You checked if he was warm?? Or you're askin' if he was? Because only room 111 knows, I think?

[intolerable]

I'm asking, 'cause I didn't see any sign of moving him. No hair, no threads caught on the stairwell, nada.

I leaving the darkroom with the shortstack and track girl when I walked by the crime scene.

[parodeity]

[ a shrug. ]

There wouldn't need to be much of a sign. I mean, he went from our room to 111, basically. That's...exactly one door over.

[thawedheart]

I checked the laundry room along with Jay-san and Light-san, and we didn't find anything there.

[But, more importantly - she knows the broken fingers are a thing, but... the look on his face is a little concerning.]

...are you okay...?

[parodeity]

I'm fine. [ NO HE WANTS TO LAUGH THIS IS TERRIBLE. SORRY JASON TODD. ]

[thawedheart]

...are you sure...? If you're in pain, then...

[She glances at the door. THEY'RE STUCK IN HERE, what do they do...]

[parodeity]

Nah, it's chill, I've broken way worse than this it wasn't even worth painkillers.

[nowyouseeit]

[scanning his menu with his feet rudely propped up on the table. sorry about him]

. . . you and I should establish a timeline, too. Tell everyone else what we heard that morning.

[parodeity]

Normally, I'd be able to be really fuckin' exact about times. [ he probably tried to sit near kaito, so. ] Unfortunately, this time I can only say I think we were into Friday when we woke up. And it was not natural that we both heard the door get fucked with and both went back to sleep. Hell, I shouldn't have slept at all the other night. I wasn't...in a great mood.

[nowyouseeit]

[roommates stick together!!]

Right.

I've been thinkin' about this, and here's how I think things went.

[drops his legs and leans forward, setting hte menu aside and crossing his arms over the table]

Jason returned to the room after curfew. Sometime after that, an unnatural force put us both to sleep. We woke up sometime early Friday morning, though we're not sure of the time, to hear someone fiddling with our doorknob. I assume that's when the culprit tried to pick the lock and break in. After that. . . we fell asleep again.

[drums his fingers against the wood]

If we assume Jason left around that time, then there's no way he could've been dead more than a few hours. I asked Hana of Room 111 if his body was still warm, and she said her roommate confirmed this fact.

[tilts his head]

So he had to have been killed sometime early Friday morning. Not long before we all woke up.

[parodeity]

We were all in the room by curfew. He took the couch like usual, I was just on one of the beds drawin' as per usual for me. Nothin' was weird until I fell asleep.

[disinterested]

Is falling asleep unusual for you?

[forlease]

I checked the pool yesterday. Nothing was there, but the water looked gross.

[ Sorry about your face, Dave, but at least Ryou is too polite to mention it?? ]

[parodeity]

Yeah, it started lookin' weird on Thursday, though.

[forlease]

[ He shrugs. ] Just wanted to let you know it was still the same.

...Hey, what happened to your hand? Are you okay?

[empireofrats]

Hi, Dave. [???????

She's looking at his hand.] Um, what happened to your hand?

[parodeity]

[ it is both hands. left pointer finger and right pinky. EMILY, HOWEVER, GETS A SMILE. ]

Got smashed with a bookshelf while I was pokin' around with that guy. [ dirk. ] ...It was not a glorious battle, unfortunately.

[empireofrats]

[She looks surprised to find the other hand is also injured. THE HECK.] Oh. Books are very heavy. But now you can tell everyone you won.

The guy that looks like you was getting things from the building you go to when you're sick or hurt. Maybe he has something to help it get better.