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( TRIAL - WEEK 5 )
![]() 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 Outdoor Dining Area 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. Due the Kitchen and Dining Hall getting wrecked, lunch and dinner will mostly consist of grilled and barbecued menu items. Hamburgers, hotdogs, salads, and items that require little preparation — all the residents have to do is ask in order to receive. Similarly, all beverages will be retrieved from a hundred quart cooler that has been placed by the side of the pool. Not as fancy as usual, but at least the pool is clean now. Some inflatable pool toys lazily swim in the water, along with pool noodles. A single towel that still has sludge on it floats among the accessories in the pool. Looks like no one bothered to really clean it up from Friday. Every now and then, the waters will vibrate to the sound of buzz saws and assorted power tools. Looks like the Disposal Room, Dining Hall and Kitchen are under reparations still. A tent has been placed over the area to shield the residents from the sun, and to make up from the lack of transparencies everyone will receive a small booklet containing each resident's profile. They look a little bit like shitty PowerPoint presentation handouts, but maybe it's part of the charm. The profiles of the deceased are included, as always. A second tent has been set up in the parking lot, complete with an air conditioning on the inside. Its use will become rapidly apparent once the victims corpses have 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 their table; a trash bin is available outside of the tent for this purpose. Evidence found during the investigation, on the other hand, will be displayed in a table by the pool shed. Any items found by the residents on Friday will be displayed here for further examination. Finally — one of the grandfather clocks has been kidnapped from its respective floor to show the current hour. Please do remember you have until 9:00 PM to figure out whodunit and cast your vote. And if anyone tries to leave the area before the trial is over? They'll discover an invisible wall blocking their path. 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 Pool/Outdoor Dining Area (the pool shed will also be locked), 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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Y'know, wouldn't be surprised. He sure was a weird guy.
[anyway--]
Emily was killed with Tsurugi's knife. Quick, and clean. I doubt she suffered.
Tsurugi was stabbed with the scalpel Emily was holding, but he wasn't killed with it.
[draws a thumb across his neck]
Kitchen knife. I assume that's the one Clementine was holding when they found her.
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Are we sure on the knife? 'Cus she suffocated but it sounded like she was trying to get oxygen.
[ also someone should cover dirk and jakes ears ]
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You saw it all, then, huh...
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You said it sounded like she was choking on liquid though, right? If she died from the wound on her neck. . .
[hm]
[maybe he needs to give Emily's body another once-over]
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[ "i mixed them up" ]
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S'okay.
You've been shouldering a pretty heavy burden yourself these past few weeks. You must be tired.
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I've been thinking about something regarding that.
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Have you? What is it?
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[ PLEASE LET HER SLEEP ]
But also, I... with Tsurugi-kun, he'll come back, right? So. Should I stay alive to make sure everyone's gone on? So we know they won't wake up or something again and have to die all over.
[ she's actually really conflicted about this, apparently. ]
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Tsurugi will come back, yeah. So will Mira.
Do you think there's a possibility that people are gonna hafta die again after they wake up?
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[ ...she's very worried about people being in pain, basically. ]
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[right?]
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[ she accompanies her explanation with some loose hand-motions of it: ] Stabbed him in the gut from behind to keep him from fighting back too hard, reached around, cut his throat.
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Whoa.
You're a li'l scary.
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[ there's a delicate girl in there, somewhere, but Clementine is very used to having to look tough.
Which, incidentally, is not so hard after killing a man. ]
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So you had the gun even before you got him, huh. . .
When did you enter the curio shop?
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Last Thursday. There was a bunch of antiques and shit. And a table with four chairs. Then on another table in like the middle of the room there was a... basin. It was clean, but had three rusty, bloody knives next to it. And there was a picture with what I think were instructions. A person cutting off their ear and putting it in the basin.
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That's-- uh.
That's our home base, for lack of a better term.
[o. . . oops]
We meet there every Monday. For a small blood sacrifice, we were able to check one person's role and whether they were a Prophet each week.
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[ she just. sighs, looking annoyed. ] Everywhere I went was such a fucking waste.
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[a snort, but his expression softens]
I dunno if I'd say it's a waste. Maybe. . . there's not anything we can do from our perspective now, but.
Maybe there's something people can do from the outside, now that we know this place exists.
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But instead it's "let yourself get killed and trust the people that did it," which is bullshit. I can't do shit once I'm back at my world, so, good luck with that. You know?
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[ which would make it seem more suspicious, but there was no chance of her waltzing in during the meeting. ]
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