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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.

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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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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?

If you're thinking I'd kill an inno for it, nah. My country has spent 20 years fighting it back. We're good at it.

Believe me, there is a major difference between fighting back and beating it for good.

[ he shrugs. ]

You know that not only can no one use the wire except you, but no one can see it as well, right? How would they have known where it is?

What I mean is... we're good at persisting, even when it looks like all hope is lost.

[ she shrugs too. ]

Yeah. I never denied that fact. I just know it wasn't me who did it. I didn't touch the wire or leave the room. Passed out til morning...

Why did you check for the wire first thing? Did you think it was in danger of being taken?

Perc told me to do a sweep of the room. I went for the first weapon I knew was in the room. It matched up when they were looking for bodies — the marks on his neck, I think?

[ She was scared, but how the hell were you suppose to explain to strangers that the murder weapon miiiiight be hers? ]

Yeah, I shoulda spoke up, but do you blame me? I know I didn't do it, but there's implications that I did. Ha.

I would consider it more than just implications at this point, unfortunately.

[ he doesn't blame her for not speaking up though, she's right about that. ]

No one broke into your room, according to the doorknob. Unless the markings on room 112's was just to make us think someone inexperienced tried to break in, but I doubt we'd be able to prove that at this point. And both of your roommates claim they saw a slim figure in the closet, but you're the only one who didn't. It's odd that both of them, as well as Dave and Kaito, were aware of things happening in their respective rooms, but you slept through it all.

I don't have any reason behind it. It's a big WTF to me at this point and there's no way —

[ For the first time, she actually looked like she was ready to cry. But her hand goes up to wave herself off. ]

There's no way to prove that, you know? My word versus others. So... it's just waiting game. I don't blame you, but just get the right person next time, yeah?

[ oh my god please don't cry. jay actually looks startled for a few seconds until she regains her composure. ]

Unless someone else comes forth and says that they're the Ghost and possessed you, then we're not likely to find another culprit. Or your roommates framed you, but even then there are more holes in that theory than the current one.

[ She laughs, waving off with tears streaming down her eyes. ]

Then get your vote in. If no one else has anything to say in my defense, I can't really defend myself in circles.

It's fine.

[ it's not fine. but, she gives a lazy peace sign. ]

Do what you gotta do.

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Wow, literally everything you just said sounds like the worst thing ever. [SORRY FOR BEING BLUNT]

[ AHHHHH ]

W-what!? The omnics aren't so bad! Some are nice!! It's only the big ones and the ...y'know, terrorist ones!

Putting self-improving AI into giant machines? As in more than one? Yeah, that couldn't possible go wrong. Whose bright idea was that?

[no seriously whose she needs to know]

Yeah... They evolve and adapt. Learn from our flight patterns. We gotta upgrade every time it rolls around.

[ UGH, SHE GROANS. ]

Omnica - it's a big... ah, long story.

[she grimaces] Sounds familiar. Except, y'know, without the flight patterns...or mechs. Or upgrades.

You...wanna talk about it? [she can't deny she's curious, but she also doesn't want to demand hana spend what might be the last hours of her life talking about something she doesn't want to instead of the actual case. on the other hand, if she wants a distraction from everyone talking about how obviously guilty she is, aloy's up for listening.]

Eh? You're the first person who actually isn't talking to me like some murderer. Nice.

[ She's shocked. ]

There's — well, there's other things to talk about. My problems back home are the least of anyone's worries here. Shouldn't be yours, either!

[an awkward shrug] I'm kinda trying out this new thing where I don't immediately judge someone until I know their motives. I don't know if you're innocent, or if you were threatened into killing, or if you're just a coldhearted murderer, but...[she rubs her face tiredly] You're not the real enemy here. At worst, you're just a tool who fell for their lies, and at best, you're as much a victim as everyone else here. Maybe even more. Either way, there's no reason to be cruel about it.

I don't mind, but if you don't wanna talk about it, we can talk about something else. Any topics in mind?

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