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( TRIAL - WEEK 1 )

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

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p he glances over at her then back to mira. ]

Possibly. I doubt that she had any reason for it to be Jason in particular, especially only one week in. If she was forced to do it, then maybe she just went with someone she thought she could handle with her skills, but not someone she'd feel too horrible about, like a child? Who knows.

Thats bullshit!

[ OOPS. ]

Jason was a dickhead but I wouldn't kill him! I'd just — IDK, beat him at video games to knock his ego down a few pegs?!

And I am sure everyone else would claim they have no reason to kill him either, Hana. But so far all the evidence is pointing to you and I am going to need a very good reason to believe why this evidence may be incorrect.

[ Shrug. ]

I tried and was shot down.

Try again with me, please? We'll go through this step by step.

I don't know what time it was — it was late, but I got tired. Barely got into bed before I fell asleep. I woke up to the gongs from the grandfather clock in the morning (I guess?), and roomies were making a lot of noise. I didn't know what happened, but when I got up — ...Jason was already dead on the floor.

I checked my night stand immediately for the wire. It was gone and we were too busy trying to deal with - hello, dead body - that I didn't search much else. I wanted out. It's not like seeing a dead omnic or something back home — the guy was just a normal... person.

[Clarifying: ]

I didn't hear anyone come in or out throughout the night.

I'm going to ask you a few questions. Forgive me if someone has already asked them of you.

First of all, did you tell anyone of your role?

No. We're all strangers — I didn't see anyone else putting their private deets on blast! I don't think anyone needed to know since it's been in my night stand all week.

I'm sure that people have already informed you that no one but you can use your own special item. Why do you think someone would have taken yours, if they couldn't even use it?

Yeah, people have informed me! My story still doesn't change. Whether it's some role or some stupid rule — my piano wire is missing, that's all I know about it. The marks on Jason's neck, if they're from the wire, are definitely not by my own hands.

[ She sounds pretty confident. ]

If I'm still found guilty, just try and find the kids killer. I already told someone else, so I'll tell you that too.

Unless there is some sort of new reveal, you're definitely going to be the person everyone votes for, confession or not. But yes, if everyone is wrong and you are innocent, I will do my best to find the real killer.

[ he sounds more resigned than anything. ]

What's an omnic?

Right. Good, then.

[ Shrug. ]

They're... er, robots. Different kind with self-improving AI. They're kinda like humans, a race. I pilot mechas that fight off a colossal omnic that comes from the East China Sea. It's a tough job, but, someone has to do it. But —

Not all omnics are bad... some are and we've had to take them down, but —

[ She shakes her head. ]

It's pointless now, anyway.

Hmm. That sounds like an important job. You must have a lot of people to protect back home, if it's really that gigantic.

[ his tone very conversational. ]

Nah. I mean, I'm one of many. They wouldn't miss me much then. Lots of other pilots are talented too! [ But: ] I actually had a stream scheduled to collect donations for cancer research?

[ Shrug. ]

But, yeah, it's huge. We can never destroy it, only push it back to the sea.

I'm sorry, but that's very kind of you to do.

[ he thinks. what the fuck is a stream? like water?? ANYWAY. [

If you had a chance to destroy it once and for all, would you take it?

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