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.
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robowest2017-01-21 12:00 pm
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[Sei no. Sei get your hand away from the hilt of your sword.]
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[ nooooooo don't hit the sheriff ]
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But the Sheriff looks unruffled and just shrugs. ]
Suppose it is.
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But she thinks better of drawing her weapon and just tries to punch him, instead. I'm so sorry. She deserves whatever punishment she's going to get for this.]
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Meanwhile, Sei will end up with bloody knuckles and an incredible soreness as if she just punched something metal at way too hard a force. Nothing's broken but they are definitely, definitely bruised. ]
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Xion will, uh, at least run forward after the punch is thrown and grab Seizaburo's arm and oH GOD LOOK AT ALL THAT BRUISING AND that looks like it hurt oh man oh no. ]
Stop! You can't! Please, please calm down!
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[Yep. That's gonna smart. At least nothing's broken, but the blood and bruising is more than she really wanted to contend with. That's what she gets for punching a robot.]
D-dammit! What right does he have to be that tough...?!
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You really need to learn to be more careful... I -- I don't have anything here that I can help you with.
[ She holds the arm up, with Sei's hand above her heart. ]
Just hold it like this for a while, okay? It should help with the throbbing.
[ she knows a lot about getting hurt ]
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She keeps her arm where Xion places it and nods.]
...thanks, Miss Xion.
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What are friends for, right?
[ She'll let go slowly, waiting to make sure that Sei will keep holding it up.
a lot of things are about to happen, sorry sei
Xion unzips her long black coat, under which she is wearing ... more black. With some effort she manages to actually tear at the hem of her shirt (it's fine, she needs new clothes anyway) enough to create a strip of fabric. This, finally, she'll press to Sei's knuckles. ]
It isn't much, but this should help.
[ let's wrap that hand up in some torn t-shirt ]
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[WHY IS SHE TAKING OFF HER CLOTHES. Oh. Okay, it's just her jacket... Sei's face is flushed, but she watches as she tears at her shirt, creates a makeshift bandage.
...oh.]
I - that's very kind of you...
[Time to wrap the hand!]
Sorry you had to ruin your shirt for my sake. I should have done that myself, with my own clothing.