( 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

[frizziest]

No fresh bruises for me, fortunately. Hoping to keep it that way. [ not eyeing Dirk suspiciously in the slightest. nope. he doesn't want to order another pair of glasses. ] I don't mind being inspected more thoroughly if needed.

I spent my Thursday afternoon playing cards with Kaiba-san, and my evening with Nanami-san.

[splinten]

[Hey, uncool. Is this because he didn't want to dom you??]

[frizziest]

[ maybe it is, maybe it isn't ]

[nowyouseeit]

. . . did you break into anyone else's room this week?

[HE'S]

[TEASING]

[frizziest]

Mmm........

[ an unnecessary delay follows as he just hums for several seconds. ]

I don't think so, no.

[nowyouseeit]

[DUDE. . .]

The fact that you had to think about that is kinda alarming.

[frizziest]

I don't possess anyone else's belongings if that helps ease your mind.

[nowyouseeit]

Not really.

[JUST STARING AT HIM]

You ruined my joke. You were supposed to say, "no, I didn't," and then I was gonna response with, "well then at least Dirk won't punch you this week."

[sulk sulk sulk]

[frizziest]

There's plenty of room for someone else to do so. We've just begun the trial, after all.

[ IT'S NOT FUNNY KAITO ]

[nowyouseeit]

[HE NEEDS TO FIND HUMOR SOMEWHERE]

. . . I really hope nobody punches you again, we don't need extra violence on top of all the. . . y'know.

Murder.

[splinten]

Only if I liked the person whose privacy he violated.

[nowyouseeit]

[DIRK. . .]

Please don't punch anyone this week.

[frizziest]

[ dirk you better look out

he might be coming for your room one of these days to steal ur shit ]

[thawedheart]

...I can inspect you, if you like. I saw your injury before, so... I could say with certainty that there was nothing that hasn't already been accounted for.

[Though, it is a little forward of her to offer. She blushes faintly and looks down.]

That is, if that's all right with you?

[frizziest]

[ heLLO ]

Oh. Well, since it's you, Yukina-san...

[ just gonna. start slowly pulling at the collar of his shirt to tug it off from his body... ]

Inspect as much as you would like.

[thawedheart]

[...this doesn't seem like a regular inspection anymore??

Yukina catches herself staring at the collar of his shirt as he pulls it away, but then blinks rapidly to... try and stop the blatant stare on her part.

She can't look away, because if she does, she might miss something.]

I'm... I'm watching, Akira-san.

[it's for a good cause, she'll keep watching him strip in the name of ruling him out as a killer]

[frizziest]

[ oh. she's watching. that's definitely a way to word things as his eyes are obscured by the shirt that is currently pulled over his head. he kind of stands there for a moment before pulling it off from his body altogether.

as she can maybe imagine, there are no signs of wounds or bruising on his front half. ]

Let me know when to turn around. You'll want to look all over me, I'm sure.

[splinten]

Kaitou, is this grounds for punchin' him again?

[frizziest]

[ THROWS SHIRT OVER DIRK'S FACE ]

[nowyouseeit]

[HONESTLY, he replies as he's putting his own shirt back on]

Yep.

Definitely is.

[thawedheart]

[what the HECK akira

Like. She appreciates having the chance to inspect him thoroughly for wounds. But... why is he wording it like that? She doesn't get it. He's not wrong, they do need to look at him from front to back, but...

She is very clearly in way over her head, whoops.]

I don't... see any new injuries on your front. If you could please turn around, then...?

[frizziest]

[ she wants to make sure she can eliminate him from the list of suspects, does she not? that's all Akira is alluding to! nothing else! nothing at all!

with a courteous nod (and ignoring the chiding of others), he does turn around, exposing his bare back to Yukina as well. it's pretty much identical to his front half. ]

Does this suffice, or shall I take off my pants as well?

[g101]

[ hajime slides akira a note.

the note reads, "12/10 extra points for sounding naughty!! ♡"

i only contribute to this trial in the most necessary ways ]

[frizziest]

[ Akira shall cherish this note for the rest of his life. thank you, Hajime.

he will pass her a note once things calm down to see if she would like a chance to inspect him accordingly as well. ]