
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. |
no subject
Oh. .... then ... what's the point of curfew if someone can just leave anyway? [ cONFUSED ]
no subject
no subject
no subject
Before anyone gets any ideas, you aren't gonna see what you ain't meant to see. That's how this works. That's why only the doors lock and not the windows. You may see something but it's what you're meant to and how it happens is what's meant to happen. It just is what it is, alright!
[ god damn lunatics ]
no subject
no subject
[ He hesitates. ]
Well, maybe. I don't actually know. That's not something I know about.
no subject
Oho, so we've found something even you don't know! Get this: 'Fate' is changeable. It tries its hardest to hold on, just because of the way our world is structured, but if you push it enough-- [more cackling] Even that which is 'meant to be' won't be! You say so confidently that you know what is meant to happen, but you don't even know whether you think it's fated or not?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
So it's like ... all a setup? We're never going to see anything we ... shouldn't?
no subject
[ Which actually makes him look mildly frustrated to say. ]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
[Sei no. Sei get your hand away from the hilt of your sword.]
no subject
[ nooooooo don't hit the sheriff ]
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
But the Sheriff looks unruffled and just shrugs. ]
Suppose it is.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
[...No, he's gonna stop himself there, because right that actually is a little much for most people, isn't it?]
...damn it, I've been around Parker too long.
no subject
no subject
Think we've got enough people here who do.
no subject
[ no one is normal. ]
no subject
sO MANY PEOPLE WOULD DO THAT ]
no subject
...but there's a tiiiiny shrug of his shoulders like "well, yeah." Sorry about him.]
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
[ ... much more quietly: ]
Sorry about everyone.
no subject
[ GOD DAMNIT AGAIN ]
no subject
Him included, maybe.]
no subject
[ meals are important? ]