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( TRIAL - WEEK 3 )
 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: 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. 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 voting | profiles | menu | locations | ic rulebook |
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[ for shame! ]
What about your boyfriend.
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Hm? Are you referring to my now ex-boyfriend? [She swishes her drink around a little before looking back at Percival.] I killed him. Though I didn't want to - it was really just more convenient for me to do it at the time.
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I was born defective. I realized at a young age that I wasn't like everyone else around me... I couldn't feel emotions the way other people could. I don't have any tragic sad story - it's just the way I was born.
What made me this way is that I decided I wanted to change the way I was born.
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[ he takes a seat beside her, any concern having been drained away -- by the alcohol or the trial, he couldn't tell you. ]
Perhaps that is tragic in its own way. Destined to be a doll for the rest of your life. That won't change, even beyond the grave.
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mfw i realize i messed up my html earlier anyways
Have you ever felt anything? Not even a fleeting moment of happiness, or a prick of sadness? Not even the hollow pit of loneliness?
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He really loved me. Truly loved me with all his heart.
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[ he looks at her, his expression unscrupulous. ]
You missed him, then. You're capable of something.
But you're going to die tomorrow. So what was the point?
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The point is that in order for me to get as close as I can to feeling, I need "something" out of people. Being a facilitator, I was promised a large amount of that thing.
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Emotion isn't something that can be granted to you. Nor is humanity.
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[ he leans back into his seat. ]
Humph. What a pointless existence.
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Percival, all existence is pointless when you boil it down. We as people try to create a purpose for ourselves, so that we can justify being alive. I was dealt a bad hand from the start, and I created what I could out of it. I don't regret my life... I don't think I know what "regret" even is.
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I know what my purpose is. Nothing will change that.
[ a sigh. ]
There's something I'm curious about, however: you possessed and killed both of my roommates. How long would it have taken for you to try it with me?
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Too bad. Now you'll never know. My power only resets Monday evenings, and I'm not going to live that long.