( 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

Comments

[ungodly]

Stop right there!

[ heather is SQUARIN UP right in front of mira!! ]

How'd you do it? Was it just you? And who's 'he'? Are you the real ghost, or the copycat? Answer me now.

[wristbands]

She— she can't be the Copycat, someone else confirmed that earlier—

[she ain't about to try and stop heather tho]

[perceptions]

Oh my god. So many questions! [She just laughs a little.] Fine, just so that we're clear with no other 'if' or 'buts':

I am the Ghost.

[fauxtetsu]

...Then, you used Hana to kill Jason.

[wristbands]

Last week, we got a "break," but...

She's the reason we fucked up in the first week.

[fauxtetsu]

We can avenge her... It's too late for her, but.

[perceptions]

Correct.

[fauxtetsu]

...Why did you pick them? I'm going out on a limb to assume some sort of reason.

[perceptions]

Reason? [She blinks.] Well, yes, there was a reason. They wouldn't have been my choices honestly, but in this place you don't always get that luxury.

[fauxtetsu]

Will you tell me it or no?

I'm tired of killers just letting the executions shut them up.

[ungodly]

Fuck you and your nails.

[ heather picks up the nearest drink on the dinner table (sorry whoever was drinking that) and tosses it right at mira. she's not gonna bother trying to hit her or anything, but she deserves to be shamed. ]

You'll get yours tomorrow.

[perceptions]

[She gets splashed with it, not even closing her eyes as the water hits. Her body is still and without movement, but after a few seconds she grabs a tissue from her table and dabs herself dry.]

[frizziest]

[ just as Akira's reaching forward to take a sip of his drink (drama makes him parched), Heather swipes it from him.

he frowns as he watches the scene unfold. ]

... Hey, that was mine...

[ungodly]

[ heather glares back at akira as if he did something wrong. ]

There'll always be another drink, dude. Don't you wanna defend your honor here? Everyone suspected you 'cause of her.

[frizziest]

[ he stares blankly at his now empty cup, not even addressing Heather properly. ]

Honor isn't my concern. Mira-san killed Hana-san and the others. I'm not the only angry one here. We'll be prone to making costly mistakes if we let that take priority.

[ungodly]

I dunno how you can be so patient about it.. I'm not gonna kill her obviously. But she deserves it. I think other people should get the honor, anyway.

[ she eyes akane, clearly having a sordid history with mira ]