( 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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RESULTS

[abhoth]

[At exactly 9:00 PM, the faceless men will begin to retrieve everyone's cheque folders and voting slips. Better cast your vote before they get to your seat, or something unfortunate might happen. Once all slips have been taken, Craftly will stand up from his table to begin counting all 34 of them. He will do this three times, as if to leave no room for mistakes, before he addresses the room at large.]

Well done, children. The votes have been tallied, and your participation has been noted. I believe this deserves a round of applause.

[And a round of applause is what everyone gets, as the faceless men begin to clap in eerie synchronization, hands coming together at the same time. After a brief pause, Craftly holds up a tendril to silence his staff members.]

As you've undoutedly figured out by now, Mira is guilty of this murder. Look no further, for the one you are seeking is right before you. I would say she had no wits about her — but I suppose she's far too pleased with her actions for it to matter.

[As with Kamui, two faceless men approach and drag Mira off. For all the kicking and screaming that may happen, it seems like the motel's staff is far much more stronger than it seems.]

I do not appreciate my establishment being sullied in such a way, especially with such disregard to my efforts. Thus, you'll clean your mess and then some before your execution. To you all, you're free to converse with the guilty party but her punishment is sealed. She will face Lake Crotin tomorrow once our executioner is selected. Enjoy your evening.

[That said, the executioner vote is available and Craftly exits the Dining Hall. A tally of the votes will be displayed on the projector for the rest of the night. In the meantime, anyone seeking Mira out will find her in the laundry room, surrounded by baskets filled with everyone's dirty sheets and towels.]

[potentite]

[Well. Jake is just kind of. Staring at that list but.]

...All right, if it's not too much to ask, if anyone considering voting for executioner to pick me, that's fine.

[ninjay]

Are you sure, Jake?

[ roomie ): ]

[potentite]

[He nods.] Oh, thank you for convincing everyone not to vote for Craftly. I think... this was a better outcome. I hope.

[ninjay]

It is the better outcome, Jake.

[ jay thinks everyone who voted for craftly is dumb: breaking news ]

[thawedheart]

...you're certain?

[She looks concerned, but... if he thinks he can handle it, then...]

[potentite]

Yes, please. I'd rather myself than anyone else.

[thawedheart]

...then you have my vote.

[ungodly]

Sorry, dude. But you're the only choice.

[ she'll be upfront. she won't vote for kids or chie or hajime. she can't. ]

[potentite]

[That actually makes him smile a little.] You really are an honest person, aren't you?

[wristbands]

[she's still shocked that she's on the list. she will reply to him not with words, but with wide eyes and a gaping mouth that may as well say, "why? you've already suffered enough."]

[potentite]

[Oh no. Chie. Jake notices and though he's not very good at these things, he steps closer and clears his throat.] If... you want a hug, um...

[inventurous]

I voted for myself if you don't mind. I wouldn't have felt right doing otherwise.

[ but you go ahead and volunteer that is Fine she's fine as long as emily doesn't get voted for, lord. ]

[potentite]

Even if someone else had stepped forward, I would have voted for myself, too. I wouldn't condemn someone to this.

[So like. He understands?]

[splinten]

Jake. [He grabs Jake's hand.]

[potentite]

[Jake squeezes his hand. He doesn't say anything because he is trying very, very hard not to chicken out.]

[g101]

If you do it, can you check something for me?

[potentite]

[That's an. Odd request but:] Of course. What is it you want to know, Hajime?

[inventurous]

[ ok she's just relieved the pines twins and clem aren't on the list. not just because it maybe lessens her chances of being picked. it's still not a great list. ]

I'm... voting for myself, just because I'd feel it'd be unfair for me to vote otherwise. And I don't mind if others do, as well. [ pause. ] Did four different people vote Craftly?

[wristbands]

[there is a long silence, lasting for much longer than the time it takes for the other people on the executioner list to speak up, because she's like "why?" then,]

I'd feel really pathetic if I didn't say you should vote for me, instead of anyone else. The others definitely don't deserve it. So... y'know.

[curedham]

[simply, easily, without leaning strongly towards either pity or judgement:] And do you deserve it?

[wristbands]

I mean, I'd like to think no one deserves this, but... two of them are kids, one's a ray of sunshine, and one got his leg bitten off last week.

... Compared to them, I feel like I'd suffer the least.

[empireofrats]

I can do it... so no one else has to do it.

[curedham]

Emily.

[L'Arachel crouches to her height, placing her hands on Emily's shoulders.]

This is not your burden to bear. You are so brave and strong, but you are young, and this is not a responsibility for you to take.

[no one gets to vote for emily or she'll fight them]

[empireofrats]

No one should have to do it. But... everyone else is nice, and I don't want them to have to do it.