( 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

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[digestion]

[ But, he's momentarily stopping, looking down at his hands. Then back at Kaito, and he laughs quietly. ]

I like you.

[ He's finding a surface, placing his elbow on the on it and holding his (bruised) hand up. ]

Since you're all so feisty, I'll let the winners ask one question each. Good enough?

[potentite]

You can get him, Kaito! [He'll cheer him on?] But the rest of us will avenge you when you fail!

[Jake.........]

[nowyouseeit]

[JAKE. . .]

Don't have so little faith in me!

[nowyouseeit]

[Kaito's got a lot of spunk for a kid who looks pretty scrawny from afar!! he grins a bit sharply, eyes lighting up with the idea of a challenge]

Got it. And you already know what my question will be.

[props his elbow on the table and grabs Kamui's hand with his own. LET'S DO THIS]

[digestion]

[ His smile sort of disappears, but really, it's only because he's going to take this seriously, just for Kaito's manhood.

But, uh. His grip is hella firm. He went from being able to punch holes through people's bodies without breaking a sweat to whatever the human equivalent of that is.

But maybe he'll break a little bit of sweat?? ]

If you're ready.

[ And whenever he is, Kamui will be... wrestling. Without his face budging, but since he used his sore hand (even before he arrived, it was weaker than the other...) he'll at least be able to fight him a little— ]

[nowyouseeit]

[WELL Kaito's not a pushover, that's for sure! despite his scrawny looks he does have quite a bit of muscle. parkour and general athleticism does that for a kid]

[but]

[he's not a wrestler. he's not an alien who can punch holes through people's bodies without a sweat. he's not a fighter, and if he had a JRPG class, he'd totally be a rogue whose focus is on speed and dexterity and not strength and stamina. he puts up a fight, and a pretty good one, but in the end--]




[his arm slams down on the table and he lets out a yelp of pain. what's hurting?? his arm, or his pride?? OR BOTH]

[digestion]

[ Ah, well... ]

Oh, I expected it to be like a mosquito bite.

[ He's flexing his hand a bit, then resting it against his thigh. ]

[nowyouseeit]

[augh. pulls back and rubs his wrist, expression twisted in a cranky glower]

Do I get a second chance?

[digestion]

Sure.

[ He'll happily beat you a second time, Kaito... or maybe he'll tire out quickly. Who knows how much stamina he has. ]

[nowyouseeit]

[BEST TWO OUT OF THREE!!]

[totally propping his arm on the table again, let's go]

[digestion]

[ And again, he's taking up the challenge, stretching his fingers out over Kaito's hand once more before clasping down.

It's going to be a lot like the first time, at least on his end. There's a little more give! Good luck, Kaito. ]

[nowyouseeit]

[HE LASTS LONGER THIS TIME. . . pushing Kamui's hand over, but never quite finding the purchase to take him down all the way]

[in the end, the results is the same. and as his hand slams down on the table again, he groans and thunks his head against the wood like in his icon. THIS HURTS. . .]

[thawedheart]

...Kaito-san.

[STOP HURTING YOUR HAND.]

[nowyouseeit]

. . . I'm fine!

[it's not his hand she should be worried about]

[perceptions]

Yeesh. You proved your point Kaito, now cut it out.

[nowyouseeit]

[JUST. WAVES A HAND AT HER]

[digestion]

[ He's just leaning on his palm, closer to him. ]

You have to lose a few times before you can beat the bad guy.

[nowyouseeit]

Tch!

You make this sound like some kinda Saturday morning cartoon.

[g101]

[ hajime was literally about to cheer on kaito when the worst thing happens...no... ]

That was super lame, Kaiichi... you're gonna need to nurse your pride, huh.

[nowyouseeit]

[HAJIME. . . NO. . . a cute girl is disappointed in him]

. . . what?! No! It wasn't-- [sinking in his chair] It wasn't that lame, gimme some credit for putting up a good fight.

[g101]

[ this is the real murder ]

It was a good try but maybe you should practice more! I'll arm wrestle you!! A weak arm is bad, how are you gonna make origami?

[nowyouseeit]

[his pride will never recover]

I actually know how to make origami pretty well! And that has nothing to do with winning or losing an arm wrestling match.

[g101]

It has a lot to do with it! You need arm strength and a calm mind to win, maybe?

[nowyouseeit]

[grumbling]

S'kinda hard to calm one's mind in the middle of a murder trial

[g101]

It's a little scary, and it's natural, but instead of being nervous, thinking rationally right now is best. [ shrug. ] Just because the wind is blowing doesn't mean you're gonna get swept up with it, you know?