( 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]

[ Peace sign as she slumps down and tries to disappear in her chair. She's all good. ]

[thawedheart]

Hana-san...

[Yukina looks super disappointed. Is she disappointed in Hana? In herself? In the situation as a whole? It's... hard to say.]

...I'm sorry things are turning out like this.

[dva]

It is what it is. I can't say anything else.

[thawedheart]

What it is, is unfortunate.

[She. She really hates this.]

...if it does turn out that you aren't guilty... please know that we really will do our best to catch the true culprit. I know it's not much, but... [Considering "their best" led them to her in the first place BUT ANYWAY]

[dva]

Alright.

[ That's a shitty consolation prize, but. ]

I got a city to protect back home. If you uh — if anyone lands up in South Korea... please make sure it's not destroyed without me, 'kay?

[g101]

[ hajime's still not convinced things are quite what they look to be, so she's not hesitant at all when she places a hand on hana's shoulder. ]

Your cheek marks are really cute! How do you do them?

[dva]

[ lesbian option #2 ]

I got them commissioned. Drawn up.

[ don't make me headcanon overwatch tattoo marks... ]

[g101]

Oh, not marker? Maybe I'll try that anyway.

[ and then hajime tilts her head, and says: ] There's really nothing you want to say?

[dva]

I've said all I could. I guess, maybe I'm scared? I never had to worry about really dying. It's... different. It's not omnics fighting me - it's real people voting.

[willremember]

Sorry. That all this is happening.

Killing someone doesn't inherently mean you deserve to die. [ I mean, she still thinks you totally did it, but. You know. Still. ]

[dva]

Thanks.

[ But: ]

There's greater goods and stuff, you know? But. This wasn't one of them. Can you try and get the killer next week? Before they get someone else?

[willremember]

Are you still saying it wasn't you?

Whether it was or wasn't, there will still be more deaths.

[nowyouseeit]

[you know. . . even if his deduction is right, and Hana is guilty, he doesn't want her to die. he likes her! she's been nice to him, and she's cute and spunky, and she has a good personality]

[so when he speaks to her, the pleasantries aren't faked]

Oi. D'you like magic?

[dva]

Not really. I mean. I use to when I was little. Why..?

[nowyouseeit]

[flicks his wrist, and!! suddenly: deck of cards]

I'm a magician, that's why. Performers never pass up the chance to show off.

[pinesforyou]

....

Want me to braid your hair?

[dva]

Nah... I always wear my hair down.. Kinda like you.

[pinesforyou]

I can at least make it pretty!

[dva]

Sure, I guess. Why not.

[dva]

You better. I'd be pretty... pretty pissed scrubs got rid of the amazing D.Va...

[ SHE'S NOT GOING TO CRY.

she is. ]

[potentite]

[Ugh. He's glad most people are being supportive kind of at least but ugh.]

Just remember what I said, all right? The not fucking stupid parts of it anyway.

[dva]

Ha. Will do! [ double pistol because she's a nerd. ]

[potentite]

[WHY WOULD YOU BREAK MY HEART THIS WAY. HE'S SORRY DVA!!!]