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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: 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. 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 voting | profiles | menu | locations | ic rulebook |
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I wouldn't put it past them, where clues are concerned. They may be having a laugh, but each "joke" is worded... well. Strangely, as it were.
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Then we're at an impasse.
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[ THIS SOUNDS STUPID AND HE REFUSES TO OFFICIALLY SUGGEST IT ]
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Let's see what we can do.
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Ummm. What's your specialty? I liked the thing you made the first night. [ with the fish or whatever. ] Or maybe potatoes?
[ man. he wishes he had an older sister like velvet. ]
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My family has a special quiche recipe. My older sister taught me how to make it. You don't mind spinach, do you?
[Laphi(and Eleanor) would always complain about that.]
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[ mostly because he was raised to like go "BETTER HOARD FOOD IF YOU WANNA EAT" so getting actually handed food is still pretty novel and chill. ]
My only, like, real food preferences are that I do really like apples? And apple juice.
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[A small smile]
Well, if you're ever sick I can make you appleboo.
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[ he actually seems pretty interested because. THE KID DOES LIKE APPLES. also: ]
No one's ever actually made me stuff when I was sick before. Or like, at all, until the first time we talked. [ still weird... ] And actually, I haven't had apple juice in like. A year? I didn't even think about tryin' to get some here.
[ the kidnapping and murder and bro distracted him. OOPS. now he's kind of like "wow wait" ]
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[She almost wants to say something like she's sorry, but that's not quite the right words or feeling. When she was younger, she had Celica, but since then she's always had to rely on herself.]
Apple juice is fine, but there are lots of other things you can make as well. I could make a cobbler, or even use it in a sauce. We just... won't use any of the apples from the town, okay?
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[ and also: ]
Appleboo sounds nice. [ so does someone making you shit when you're sick, admittedly, but like. yeah. ]
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Your only other option is learning from those faceless daemons, but I don't think they know how to make appleboo.
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[ YES, YES, HE KNOWS YOU'RE GONNA KILL HIM ]
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[Look... he'll do it for you, okay.]