robowest | [ WEEK ONE

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.

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Of course. Moderation and intention are what separate enjoying a drink from it being a problem. It should never be a replacement for dealing with a problem.

[ He pauses, then adds: ] And more medically speaking, it is quite bad for your body in excess.

Oh, I know... that's why I abstain from drinking, most of the time. I'm not built to hold alcohol very well.

[She tilts her head to one side.]

But I've been told that some people can handle more of it than others, and what's an excess for some may not be an excess for them. Isn't that the case?

Yes and no. It's more accurate to say that the way alcohol effects people is variable, so depending on many factors, it's certainly true that people of different frames will show their short-term tolerance to alcohol differently. But in the long term, it tends to be more consistent.

[ He shrugs, since he realizes now may not be the time to get into a full explanation of all of this, but. ]

The liver tends to be damaged all the same with too much or too frequent drinking.

[...huh.

By now, Sei's figured out that there are people from different time frames than her own - and that many of those people are more acquainted with things that are too far advanced for her to comprehend. It sees Hannibal is one of those people.]

My father was a doctor, but... I don't think he knew as much about that as you seem to.

Could you... teach me more? ...later, though.

Oh- [ He's a bit surprised that's where her concern goes, and his expression reflects that, but he nods. Luckily, he's already pretty well acquainted with the time shenanigans considering his roommate is an Italian from 1488. ]

I'd be happy to. Psychiatry and surgery are my primary areas of expertise, but I'm glad to teach whatever you may be interested in and I know.

Really? Thank you!

[Sei perks up significantly at that, then claps her hands together excitedly.]

I'll catch up with you after the trial, then!

[ Her enthusiasm surprises him, if only because it's not exactly often he meets young people so interested in things like medicine (as a sweeping term, of course). His surprise turns to a warm smile, and though he does breath out a small laugh, it's endeared. ]

Later, then. Come find me whenever you're free.

[ WEEK ONE – TRIAL ]

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ftr this conversation is hilarious bc i'm drinking at this very moment

.... so am i haha

oh my god BEAUTIFUL

raise a glass to murder

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