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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those words sting, because... it's true. it's true, and noct knows it's true.]
This game... is sick. It's sick, and it's wrong—and most of us want nothing to do with it. Our lives aren't a game. Yours, Ao's... any of us.
[his voice is definitely a bit rattled with how frustrated he honestly is about it, despite the calm he's trying to keep.] It's not right. None of it is.
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It is so wrong--so...so perhaps this is best. Perhaps it is best to leave it at this... to accept this as it is, to allow Miss Ao to...rest in peace.
[...]
Perhaps that is as it should be.
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[he's definitely still not convinced either way. but she's all they have. whether she did it or not, she's becoming a scapegoat—even if only to protect some secret about what really happened.
it's too unfair. life is already not fair. death is already senseless—but this is too much. it's entirely too much.]
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[ bursting out because wow, this is killing her ]
You're worth more than that! No matter what you think or feel... you're important! And ... you matter! You really matter! You don't deserve.... to be hurt like this!