( TRIAL - WEEK 3 )

[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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[perceptions]

[Well good news gang, Mira is alive. Mira also feels like a truck hit her, possibly because she very nearly died as she was informed. She's not particularly fashionable looking today as a result. Her clothes are casual, her face has a little makeup on it but is noticeably swollen and her hair has been done up in a long single braid because she had no energy to style it.

She's sitting slumped on her chair, head hanging back because she can't rest it on the table due to the dull pain, and feels like shit. Approach??]

[18x0]

[Akane approaches her hesitantly, hands clasped together in a concerned gesture.]

How are you feeling?

[perceptions]

[Her head bobs over to look at Akane.]

Like I want to go to bed and never wake up.

[niceties are hard to make when she feels this way.]

[18x0]

I understand. Just tell us what happened and take it easy for the rest of the trial.

[ninjay]

[ hey mira, he just walks right over. ]

Do you know who attacked you?

[perceptions]

[She makes a confirming sound.]

It was Marty.

[ninjay]

[ OH.

that was easy. ]

Then... that may have been his prints leading to the second floor. What happened?

[thawedheart]

Mira-san...

[She looks awful. Yukina's face isn't clearly visible beneath the hoodie she's wearing, but her voice sounds concerned, at least.]

...do you feel up to answering a few questions...? So we can try and figure out who did this to you?

[perceptions]

[She tilts her head a little weakly in a nod.]

I'll do my best. Head is killing me right now.

[thawedheart]

Don't push yourself.

[Do they have painkillers they can give her? Did someone bring the first aid kit? Yikes.]

...you told Jay-san that Marty-san attacked you... how did you come to encounter him that time of night?

[lohengrins]

[ he's gentle in his approach, his voice now softer than usual. ]

That makes two of us then.

I'm glad you made it.

[perceptions]

Ugh, thanks. Just no lectures today ok?

[lohengrins]

Would you prefer tomorrow, then?

[ HE'S JOKING mostly. ]

You'll recover in two weeks, I expect. You're going to be dealing with a handful of questions today however.

Call for me if you need anything.

[disinterested]

Ah, good, you survived. You're welcome, by the way.

[perceptions]

[A weak noise come out the back of her throat.]

Thanks.

[rextenebrae]

... I hope you managed to have gotten enough rest.

[ Seriously. Though, that being said, he goes straight to business. ]

I do have a question, however. Why did you leave your room?

[perceptions]

Not really. But thanks. [She'd much rather be in bed right now.] I was woken up before the grandfather clock bell - Saya, my roommate, was still asleep in her bed. There was an intense pounding in my head... not the fun kind either. I don't remember too well, but there was a voice.

[fauxtetsu]

[ Nagasone has a glass of ice water for her, and he may be in the stupid sexy outfit again. Just because. But his face is sympathetic, and kinda relieved she's alive. ]

If you need anything, let me know. I'm sure Andersen or Jake would have some extra painkillers to spare.

[perceptions]

[bless you nagasone - if only she didn't feel like dying right now. she takes the water with a faint smile.]

Thanks, but I'll be ok. Aloy gave me her... "herbs" if you get what I mean.

[crushcard]

[ HE HAS ZERO TACT, SORRY. ]

How much of the attack do you remember?

[perceptions]

[She sniffs.]

A decent amount. Guess you want me to recount?

[ungodly]

You said Marty attacked you. How was his demeanor? Was he, like, deranged? Did he say anything?

[perceptions]

He didn't say anything to me. Moment he saw me he lunged at me. But his face... he looked so calm. I remember thinking he was being so precise.

[frizziest]

Mira-san.

[ Akira is frowning when he approaches her. he offers a hand onto her shoulder in reassurance as he stands next to Mira, happy to find that she is alive. if she looks up, she will find that he has a mask on. no big deal. ]

I don't have many questions for you, but... I'm very glad to hear that you weren't killed as well.

[ is the tiddie ok, mira ]

[perceptions]

...Why are you wearing that? [She squints.] That's not Jason's is it? I heard you took it.

[man.]