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.
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robowest2017-01-21 12:00 pm
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After spending the night in my room with Granny Ana, I went out that morning to have breakfast with my beautiful wife Chane. They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day, which is true, but as for me, I can't start my day without seeing her smile. I suppose if you were to look at life itself, then I think love is the metaphor for breakfast. Life starts with love!
Are you satisfied with my answer? If so, then it's your turn to tell me where you were.
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[ what
does that
mean ]
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[ He unfolds the wanted poster of Chane Walken from his coat pocket and presents it to Xion. ]
Actually, you could say this is our honeymoon. [ Not... that they planned on spending it here...... oh well! ]
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[ this is all going ... over her head ... but she does look at the picture. ]
Oh! That's a nice picture. Um, I'm not sure what a honeymoon is, though... [ apologetically, at least ]
1/2
[ pause. ]
2/2
--intimate.
1/2
[ okay ]
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[ she clearly has no idea what he means. but is trying... to be... supportive... ]
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[ Nevermind the fact that he's fallen in love and proposed to many other women before. ]
Hm. Say, you don't know much, do you? [ RUDE??? ] I'm happy to answer more questions about anything, if you have any. I've traveled a lot so you can think of me as like an encyclopedia.
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Also, corroborating his alibi as best she can.
...
the fuck is with the poster, though. ]
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Okay. Thanks for the help, Chane.
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...well.
She can't really say she disagrees with his thoughts on breakfast or on love... It's actually a little admirable that he's so upfront with how he feels?
Goddamnit.]
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Well? Aren't you gonna speak? I can't know your alibi if you don't say anything.
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[this idiot]
I, uh, I was working on my cooking skills in the kitchen before I went up to my room. My roommate - [she indicates Eliot] - can confirm I was there all night. In the morning, I saw Shinnosuke heading for the church, so I followed him, and from there we saw what was going on in the graveyard...