[ WEEK ONE – TRIAL ]

[sheriffexe]

TRIAL

In the morning, the town comes back to life. Birds crow overhead, a snake nearby hisses, a lingering coyote dips behind a shop before disappearing into the wild. It's a frightening contrast to the stillness of yesterday but it doesn't mean it's over yet. After all, today is the trial. The Sheriff stands on the porch of the Town Hall and brings his hand up to his mouth to let out a whistle. He'll thumb back to the Hall behind him and very clearly state -- "Trial time, folks. Get in here and figure out who did it." And then he'll turn to leave before pausing and adding on, "Bring a snack or somethin' too. The Town Hall is set up more like a court house, a Judge's bench at the front but instead of at center, it's off to the side as if more for observation than participation. There's a table at the front of the room already holding a small box and a pad of papers and pen, for voting apparently. A side room containing only a metal gurney is next and today it's obvious why there's a gurney there at all with the corpse, resting right on top of it. Aside from that, there are rows for everyone to take a seat and it's only after everyone is inside and settled, that the doors close and the Sheriff speaks. "Well, have at it. You've got till nine." And then, he points to a clock on the wall that reads 12:00. Good luck. Welcome to the trial post! Characters are free to discuss everything related to the trial here. They won't be let out of the room until 9PM when voting ends. Every character must vote and the voting post can be found here. If there are any questions, please shoot a message to this journal or to robowest.

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Comments

[alcobrawlic]

Reeeally. For non-drunk reasons?

[ TELL ME MORE, TELL ME MORE, DID YOU GO VERY FAR-- ]

[sating]

For non-drunk reasons.

[ He nods as he repeats her words, but it comes with a mild shrug after. ]

Though not for any more interesting ones. Will has a delicate constitution, so in this case he was still unconscious. Just not from alcohol that time.

[sweats]

[ HE'S NOT DELICATE (yes he is) ]

[alcobrawlic]

Ahaha... well, I can't say I don't know the type.

[sating]

[ Wryly, ] It's a very troublesome type.

[ sighs @ his own taste!!! ]

In any case, while I don't mind looking out for the two of you, may I suggest you stop drinking earlier in the evening next time?

[alcobrawlic]

I'll give it some major consideration.

[ Maybe. ]

[sating]

Then that's all I can ask. Though I may steal your drinking partner away from you to be certain that he does, at least.

[alcobrawlic]

Sure, that's fine. You two were giving each other married eyes, anyway.

[sating]

[ Hannibal's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but his lips purse together in a smile as he tries not to laugh. ]

"Married eyes"?

[sweats]

[ AHHHHHHHHH NO DON'T DO THIS TO HIM, SARA ]

[alcobrawlic]

... Please don't make me explain married eyes to a grown man. [ and yet-- ] It's like that really embarrassing PDA moment that no one actually wants to look at because two people are-- [ waving a hand ] lost in each other's eyes or whatever.

[sating]

Oh, no. Less explanation, more clarification, since that's not something I'd like to make the wrong assumption on.

[ He's incredibly amused, though, so he just looks over to Will with a smile. ]

What do you think about that, Will?

[sweats]

[ why did you have to drag him into thiiiiiiissssss.........

So, have the most flat look in response. ]

I think... there's a reason that I don't wear my wedding ring in public.

[ He's just saying. ]

[sating]

[ At least Hannibal back off of that topic, because he knows he's right at the line of pushing too far. His smile softens so that he doesn't look quite so delighted, but he doesn't seem particularly upset either. ]

Well, there we have it. I can't really disagree that our relationship is complicated.

[ You don't have to wear the ring, Will. Hannibal Knows. :) ]