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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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His eyebrows knit upward as the Hunters rush over, an awkward sense of pride swelling into his heart. They all rush around him, but he waves them off, digging in his pocket for a handkerchief to wipe away at his lips. ]
It's — it's simply something the next facilitator can expect if they become loose lipped.
[ Perhaps it was also a display? A final warning. ]
It's fine, children. This will pass.
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Thank you again.
[ he knows that technically it isn't over yet, but. he'll never be done saying that. ]
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[It seems highly unpleasant... She's seen it once before, but that doesn't make it any easier to witness now.]
Can we help at all...?
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You've done enough, Craftly.
. . . get some rest. You've been. . . amazing.
[and he can't express that enough]
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[ Craftly will take the time to step between all three and instead, bring them into his embrace. ]
I never wanted children. Abigail did, you see. Even among the flurry of her inventions and first making contact with the Unclean — she believed she would do this for the future generation.
[ A small, broken smile. ]
Too late, but perhaps I could have seen the charm in two rebellious boys and one kind girl.
[ Hair ruffles to the boys and an extra squeeze for Yukina. ]
The time is almost here. Do not be afraid of the belly of the beast nor what awaits. Remember what I said about the fear of the unknown weeks ago? Fear nothing.
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he hadn't been expecting the hug, and he grips craftly for a moment before letting go. it's funny, how they've only been a team for only five weeks now. it feels longer, and he kind of hates how attached he's gotten.
when craftly lets go, and ruffles his hair, jay's hand immediately goes back into his pocket to hold onto the piece of candy. it's a reminder of what they went through. ]
We wouldn't have lasted this long without you. I... [ his voice trails off. ]
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I never knew my father. [She doesn't know if he even really counts as her father; she's the spitting image of her mother, which means she was born a full-blooded Koorime. But she has a brother, which means her mother took up with a man.] ...but I think I would have liked it if he was like you, Craftly-san.
[She gives him another firm hug.]
...we won't be afraid. Thank you for the strength you've lent us.
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[it's been a long time since Kaito's really felt fatherly affection. Inspector Nakamori was a great pseudo-father, but still not quite as warm as he remembers his own old man being. so when his hair is ruffled, he can't help the way something tightens sharply in his chest]
[he leans into Craftly some more, nudging his arm slightly with his own]
Yeah.
We have nothing to be afraid of. We'll try to make you proud, all the way up to the very end.