( 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

[dva]

...The way things are going.... you'll probably have to watch yourself, dude.

[ It feels weird having D.Va say dude, but she's doing it?? ]

[potentite]

[He frowns because yeah that's true but also.]

You know, Crafty told me everyone will be all right. I imagine that's not a great comfort, though. But, um, I've died a few times now and um... It's not as bad as you think? It's— [Ugh.] This isn't comforting, is it? Fuck. I'm sorry.

[dva]

[ She listens to Jake, and bursts out laughing. Like, absolutely. Her hand covers her mouth and she looks down with tears in her eyes. Good and bad ones. ]

That was really bad! Like, super bad!

[ But, she's laughing? ]

It's alright. Comfort may not be your strong suit, but trying and persistence may be. There's that.

[potentite]

[It startles him but he rubs the back of his neck.]

Yeah it's never been my forte. I'm a shitty friend. But, um, I don't know. [He just doesn't like everyone sitting around discussing killing her basically??] Just... fuck. I can't just sit by and watch you get ganged up on. So I'll at least stay here with you, if, um, that helps at all.

[dva]

I wouldn't say shitty friend. Not many friends would have the nerve to strike up convos in the face of guilt, you know.

[ Her laughing died down, but at least she sounds honest. ]

It's fine. If you have friends here, don't feel obligated. I'm just going to try not to drown myself in ramen before the votes are up, I guess. Just got to hope for the best, you know?

[potentite]

[She seems so nice. He's sad he didn't get to know her better. He's sad about Jason, of course he is, but they're all victims here as far as he's concerned.]

Well, um, if you need anything, you can flag me down anytime? Honest to Betsy, I mean it. Oh and uhm, golly, I know it says my name on that profile but I'm Jake. If you want to talk tonight, um, regardless of the outcome of this trial, I'm all ears? I'm serious.

[If she isn't voted for, she'll probably want to vent he figures. And if she is, well, he figures he wouldn't want to be alone the night before he dies?]