( TRIAL - WEEK 2 )

[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 second 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, and will be given a pair of latex-free gloves and a hairnet by a staff members 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. ( victims ) 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, 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

[splinten]

I am not a fan of both options compared to the other one. [....well] The disarmin' one is okay.

[parodeity]

It's not the one I prefer. [ thanks dave, you already told kaito that dying sounded nice this trial tho ]

[splinten]

You aren't the only one. Doesn't mean I'm going around inviting death.

[parodeity]

I'm not stoppin' you. [ why the hell not. death party for everyone. ]

[splinten]

Okay, cool.

[He is literally going to stand up on a table and shout an invitation to get be targeted next week if Dave doesn't drag him down? He is climbing up on that table this is your one chance]

[parodeity]

[ dave just kind of crosses his arms on the table and rests his head on them. he apparently really is not going to stop dirk from doing whatever, and also, does not want to be in the trial at All but who does. ]

[splinten]

[Cool then he'll just shout it at all] Yo, killers! Stop being assholes and come at me next week, dude!

[parodeity]

[ you do that dirk dave's just actually on second thought gonna push away from the table and go to the Opposite Side Of The Room maybe violet is over there or something and he can stand or sit by her? ]

[inventurous]

[ violet is lowkey judging him. why are the strider boys so weird. ]

[parodeity]

[ just let him sit next to you and be exhausted and hollowed out w/out the judgement thanks vi ]

[inventurous]

[ then she will turn off the judgment and judge whoever killed two people or w/e instead. ]

[splinten]

[DAVE STARTED IT]

[potentite]

[Mildly but loud enough so Dirk can hear him:] Well, I guess if I'm snuffed out, I know who to thank.

[splinten]

[....Goddammit.

Dirk gets off the table and sits back down beside Jake. Looking like a lineface who just got scolded.]

Sorry.

[He lost his temper]

[potentite]

[Jake just kind of. Pats Dirk's shoulder.] It's all right.

[splinten]

[He does look disgruntled. And annoyed. And kinda also a little upset.]

[curedham]

[from across the room:]

Get down from there!

[YOU'RE BASICALLY TWELVE SHUT UP]

[splinten]

Why, worried I'll strip?

[You're not his mom! HE HAS NO MOM HE IS HIS OWN GENETIC SOURCE!]

[curedham]

[OH MY GOD SHUT UP ABOUT THE TITTY THING]

You are doing no good for yourself or anyone around you by painting a target on yourself, now sit down!

[splinten]

That's the goddamned point.

[What. This was somehow in aid of a point??? Okay Dirk.

He does however glance over when Jake makes a comment and sits down after. Sulkily.]